I Entered My Late Grandfather’s House, Which I Inherited, for the First Time and Heard a Baby Crying from the Basement
The key stuck in the lock for a second before finally turning with a groan. I pushed open the door to Grandpa’s house — my house now, I guess — and stepped inside. The floorboards creaked under my feet, and a musty smell hit me like a wall. Everything looked smaller somehow, dimmer. “Well, this…