The Town That Wouldn’t Let Go
Daniel had been searching for a fresh start, and when he found the tiny, colorful cottages nestled in a quiet neighborhood, it felt like fate.
The price? Unbelievably low.
The community? Welcoming. Too welcoming.
“You’ll love it here,” his new neighbor, Mrs. Collins, said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Something about the place felt… frozen. The houses were pristine, as if they had never aged. The paint never faded. The gardens never wilted.
It was as if the town was stuck in time.
Then, on his third night, Daniel noticed something.
At the very end of the row, a new house had appeared.
Night Three: The House That Wasn’t There Before
Daniel knew every house on the street—he had walked past them all.
But last night, the little red house at the end had not existed.
Now, there it was, fully built, with glowing windows and a neatly swept porch.
And in the front window…
A man stood there.
Smiling.
Daniel had never seen him before. Had never seen anyone move in.
Yet there he was, waving.
Something about his face felt wrong.
Like it had been painted on.
The Missing Neighbor
The next morning, Daniel knocked on Mrs. Collins’ door.
“That red house,” he said, pointing. “Who moved in?”
She blinked, glancing at it like she was seeing it for the first time.
“Oh, dear… it’s always been there.”
No, it hadn’t.
“What about Mr. Turner?” Daniel pressed. “The man who lived in the blue house?”
She tilted her head, confused.
“There’s never been a blue house here.”
Daniel’s stomach dropped.
The blue house—Mr. Turner’s house—was gone.
In its place stood another empty lot.
Waiting.
Night Five: The Next House
By now, Daniel knew he had to leave.
But when he packed his bags and opened his door—
There was nowhere to go.
The road out of town had vanished. The world beyond the cottages was… blank.
A mist-covered void stretching endlessly.
The houses, the people—they weren’t real.
Just pieces of something unfinished, something growing.
That night, he looked down the row and saw it.
A new house at the very end.
Bright yellow. Just like his.
Waiting for its next occupant.
And in its window—
A man waving.
A man who looked exactly like him.
Would you move into a town like this? Or would you leave before your house disappears? Let me know in the comments! ⬇️
