The House That Never Changed
Lily had been searching for the perfect home when she found it.
The little white cottage stood on a quiet street, its porch decorated with white flowers, the windows glowing warmly. It looked like something out of a dream.
“It’s been on the market for a while,” the agent told her. “No one ever stays too long.”
Lily thought that was strange. Who would ever want to leave a home like this?
She would soon find out.
The House That Took Care of Itself
From the moment she moved in, things felt… off.
Every morning, the house smelled of fresh flowers and warm cookies.
But she had never baked anything.
The floors were spotless, the furniture dust-free, and the air was always crisp—despite never opening the windows.
At first, she thought it was a blessing. A home that took care of itself.
Then she noticed the garden.
The flowers never wilted. The leaves never browned. The bushes never overgrew.
It was as if the house was frozen in time.
The Newspaper Clipping
One afternoon, while rearranging the kitchen cabinets, Lily found something wedged behind the wood paneling.
A folded newspaper, yellowed with age.
She opened it carefully.
The headline made her stomach drop.
“MISSING WOMAN LAST SEEN ENTERING HOUSE ON MAPLE STREET”
Her house.
Her address.
She scanned the article. A woman named Eleanor had moved in 20 years ago. Neighbors saw her arrive, saw her porch decorated with flowers…
But no one ever saw her leave.
Her breath caught in her throat.
That night, she locked her doors.
But the next morning, when she stepped outside—
The flowers on the porch were freshly planted.
And her front door?
Slightly open.
Like someone was welcoming her home.
The House That Doesn’t Let Go
By the time Lily tried to leave, it was too late.
Every road out of town looped back to her street. Her car refused to start.
And worst of all—
The neighbors didn’t seem surprised.
“You belong here now,” Mrs. Halloway said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“The house chose you.”
That night, as Lily stared out her window, she saw a shadow standing on the porch.
Not a stranger.
A woman in an old-fashioned dress.
Smiling.
And behind her, in the reflection of the glass—
Another woman.
One who looked just like Lily.
Frozen in time.
Would you move into this house? Or leave before the flowers bloom again? Let me know in the comments! ⬇️
