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My grandfather was buried two days ago and left me his old house along with a sealed envelope. Right now, it’s 3:00 pm on a Friday afternoon, and I got a knock at door. It was a Police officer.
I opened the door to find out what he wanted. “Hello officer, how can I help you?” I said. “My name is Sheriff Watson. I came to seize this house. You have one hour to gather all of your belongings.” He said. “What?! Why?!” I yelled. “You can’t take my house!” “Courts orders mam.” He handed me a piece of paper that said the house was being foreclosed. My eyes couldn't believe what I as reading. Why didn't my grandfather tell me he was having problems keeping the old house? I don’t know, but right now, I have to get out of here. I decided to check into the local monthly motel in my neighborhood. It wasn't too far from my grandfather’s old house. |
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Two days later, on my way back to the motel from buying ice cream, I seen a for sale sign on my grandfather’s house! I couldn't believe how fast the bank was moving to get it sold.
All of a sudden, I came up with the idea to get the house back, but how was I going to do it? Where was I going to get the money from? What if somebody else buys it before me? I just have to come up with a plan and fast!
So, I have about $5,000 saved, and maybe if I got another $5,000, then that would be enough money to make a down payment on my grandfather’s house. I decided to ask around to see if friends or family could help.
Turns out, nobody had any money.
I don’t know what else to do, so I just started crying. How can I pull this off, or I guess I should just give up.
“Yeah, I’ll just give up.” I said to myself.
It was about 2 weeks later, 2:00 AM in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. I decided to go through some of my luggage bags to see if I forgot anything in them, when I stumbled across the envelope that my grandfather had left me when he died. I forgot that I left it in my suitcase because I didn't really want to read it at first. I thought, by reading it, it would make me cry more, or miss him even worse, but at this particular moment, at 2 AM in the morning, I felt that I should read it. So, I finally read it.
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I opened the envelope and it was just a letter inside. It said:
Dear granddaughter, If you’re reading this letter, that means I’m no longer here. I know that this must be hard on you, but maybe there is a way I can relieve some of your stress. Nobody else knows about this but you. Promise me, that you will never let anyone else find out about this letter and make sure you are alone before reading any further. Downstairs inside of the basement, there is something inside of the wall. There’s a briefcase, behind the bricks. Count 4 bricks down and 8 bricks across, going toward right, and you will be able to push the brick out. Once you have pushed it out, the other 4 around it will come a loose. |
That’s where the brief case is, and inside there is $500,000.
Don’t worry about how grandfather got the money, hunny. It’s yours to keep and nobody alive is looking for it. I don’t know who else to give it to that deserves it as much as you. I hope that this will make things easier on you. Please know that I love you.
Love Always,
Grandfather
I can’t believe what I just read. So, I had to read it 3 more times. This was for real! What am I going to do?
First, I have to figure out a way to get back into the house without anyone seeing me. Then, maybe I can pay to get the house back from the bank. Then, I can keep the house, fix it up, and maybe even take a vacation. My grandfather was always full of surprises.
The next morning, around 9:00 AM, I parked my car a block away from the house so no one would see me. I decided to go through the back way of the house where I used to come through as a child, but it looked like that plan wasn't going to work.
I couldn't believe it. Somebody was moving into my grandfather’s house and it hadn't even been a month yet. The for sale sign was gone and their moving truck was outside. I had to find out who this person was. So, I just went ahead and knocked on the door.
It was a handsome man that answered, who I had never seen around here before so, I fixed my hair a little.
“Hello,” he said. “Are you one of the neighbors in town?”
“Um,” I thought. “I use to know the people who lived here. I’ve been out of town for a while.”
“Oh, how interesting,” he said with a smile. “I’m sorry to say, they’re no longer here. I’m the only one who lives here now.”
“Wow, well, I guess I’ll just get out of your way then. I don’t want to get in the way of you moving in.” I said sadly.
“Hey, it’s no problem for me. Would you like to come in for a drink before you go? I have lemonade, orange juice, and beer.”
Don’t worry about how grandfather got the money, hunny. It’s yours to keep and nobody alive is looking for it. I don’t know who else to give it to that deserves it as much as you. I hope that this will make things easier on you. Please know that I love you.
Love Always,
Grandfather
I can’t believe what I just read. So, I had to read it 3 more times. This was for real! What am I going to do?
First, I have to figure out a way to get back into the house without anyone seeing me. Then, maybe I can pay to get the house back from the bank. Then, I can keep the house, fix it up, and maybe even take a vacation. My grandfather was always full of surprises.
The next morning, around 9:00 AM, I parked my car a block away from the house so no one would see me. I decided to go through the back way of the house where I used to come through as a child, but it looked like that plan wasn't going to work.
I couldn't believe it. Somebody was moving into my grandfather’s house and it hadn't even been a month yet. The for sale sign was gone and their moving truck was outside. I had to find out who this person was. So, I just went ahead and knocked on the door.
It was a handsome man that answered, who I had never seen around here before so, I fixed my hair a little.
“Hello,” he said. “Are you one of the neighbors in town?”
“Um,” I thought. “I use to know the people who lived here. I’ve been out of town for a while.”
“Oh, how interesting,” he said with a smile. “I’m sorry to say, they’re no longer here. I’m the only one who lives here now.”
“Wow, well, I guess I’ll just get out of your way then. I don’t want to get in the way of you moving in.” I said sadly.
“Hey, it’s no problem for me. Would you like to come in for a drink before you go? I have lemonade, orange juice, and beer.”
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Was this guy hitting on me? How ironic. He bought my grandfather’s house away from me, and now I’m thinking about having a drink with him.
“Sure.” I said. “A glass of orange juice would be fine.” “Great!” He opened the door and led me into the kitchen. “I don’t know anybody in town yet. I only bought this house so that I can finish writing a book I’m working on, then I’m going to put it back on the market.” As he poured me a glass of orange juice, I couldn't help but to admire his physique. “Are you married or do you have a girlfriend?” I asked. |
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“No. Actually, I've been single for 2 years now. Unless you want to count my books as my girlfriend! In that case, I guess I am in a relationship.”
We both laughed and talked for hours. He wasn't all that bad of a guy, but I still couldn't tell him about the money. If he knew that $500,000 was inside of his basement walls, who knows how he would react. Money changes people.
I attempted to get him drunk. Every chance I could get, I was pouring my drinks out into the drain, but making it seem like I was drunk with him. I could tell after his 10th beer that he was feeling a bit drowsy. We were in the middle of a conversation about a dog he had when he was 5, when all of a sudden, he just passed out on the couch.
This was my opportunity to finally go downstairs into the basement and get the money. There was no time to waste, so I got to work immediately.
I turned on the light to the basement, and slowly walked down the stairs. Just like my grandfather told me, the brick pushed out of the wall. Then, the others, came out easily after.
The briefcase was there, and I was so excited, I almost could scream, but I didn’t. I remained extremely quiet. Then, I placed all the bricks back into place. As I turned around, to head back up the stairs, there he was. The writer guy.
He yelled out, “What are you doing inside of my basement? Are you stealing from me?” he said drunkenly, “Is that my briefcase in your hands?”
“No! It’s mines!” I shouted. “I’ll just be on my way. I’m sorry for looking around.”
We both laughed and talked for hours. He wasn't all that bad of a guy, but I still couldn't tell him about the money. If he knew that $500,000 was inside of his basement walls, who knows how he would react. Money changes people.
I attempted to get him drunk. Every chance I could get, I was pouring my drinks out into the drain, but making it seem like I was drunk with him. I could tell after his 10th beer that he was feeling a bit drowsy. We were in the middle of a conversation about a dog he had when he was 5, when all of a sudden, he just passed out on the couch.
This was my opportunity to finally go downstairs into the basement and get the money. There was no time to waste, so I got to work immediately.
I turned on the light to the basement, and slowly walked down the stairs. Just like my grandfather told me, the brick pushed out of the wall. Then, the others, came out easily after.
The briefcase was there, and I was so excited, I almost could scream, but I didn’t. I remained extremely quiet. Then, I placed all the bricks back into place. As I turned around, to head back up the stairs, there he was. The writer guy.
He yelled out, “What are you doing inside of my basement? Are you stealing from me?” he said drunkenly, “Is that my briefcase in your hands?”
“No! It’s mines!” I shouted. “I’ll just be on my way. I’m sorry for looking around.”
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“Oh, no!” he said. “What’s inside of that briefcase?”
“Nothing! Just papers!” “Let me see!” He grabbed the briefcase from out of my hands, and that just made me furious. He had a bunch of old guns on the wall, so I picked one up and pointed at him. “Put the briefcase down!” I yelled. “What are you going to do with that?” He joked. “Do you even know how to use a gun?” He started laughing hysterically and pushed me out of the way, to take my briefcase upstairs. That’s when I fired the gun. BANG! BANG! To be continued… THE END |
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