I Inherited My Mother’s House Only to Discover Someone Was Already Living in the Attic — Story of the Day
When I inherited my mother’s house, I expected memories, not mysteries. On the second night, strange noises led me to the attic, where I found a child’s teddy bear. That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone.
The house, once filled with warmth, now felt oppressive. As I explored, I noticed something missing from my mother’s porcelain collection—a small rooster. That night, unsettling noises kept me awake, and I found more oddities, like food disappearing.
The next day, I ventured into the attic and found the teddy bear and signs of someone else—someone who might still be there. On the second night, I set up food to lure whoever was haunting the house. At midnight, a small boy appeared in the kitchen, eating the bread. His name was Alex, and he seemed terrified.
As he ate, I noticed he had the missing rooster in his backpack. His connection to the house, and to my mother, deepened when he cried out for “Grandma Sarah” before he was taken away by his guardian, John.
John revealed Alex had been missing for days, but something felt off. After he left, I discovered a letter from my mother in the rooster, revealing Alex’s troubled life and her wish for me to protect him. Determined to help, I visited neighbors, gathered evidence, and contacted CPS.
After a tense few days, Alex was placed in my care. As we spent time together, he began to trust me. Eventually, I was granted permanent guardianship. On his seventh birthday, I gave him a new teddy bear, and in that moment, I knew we were finally a family.
