Grandmas House [v0.14] -

Later that evening, as the sun began to set, Mom arrived with a batch of fresh-baked cookies. We sat around the kitchen table, munching on cookies and swapping stories. Grandma, though tired, seemed to be enjoying herself.

The front door creaked as I pushed it open. "Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty hallway. A faint scent of baking wafted from the kitchen, making my stomach growl with hunger.

As I walked up the path, the house came into view. It was just as I remembered: a cozy, two-story bungalow with a wraparound porch and a garden full of colorful flowers. The paint was a bit chipped, and the roof had some missing shingles, but to me, it was still the perfect grandma's house. Grandmas House [v0.14]

"Hey, kiddo!" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

We chatted for a while, catching up on lost time. Grandma told me stories about her childhood, about my mom when she was a little girl, and about the old days. I listened, entranced, feeling like I was a kid again. Later that evening, as the sun began to

I rushed over to hug her, trying not to cry. "Grandma! It's so good to see you!"

As the afternoon wore on, I helped Grandma with her medication and got her settled in for a nap. As I was leaving the room, I noticed something strange: a small, locked door at the back of the house. I had never seen it before. Curiosity piqued, I wondered what could be hidden behind that door. The front door creaked as I pushed it open

"There's something I want you to know, kiddo," she whispered. "Something important. Meet me at the locked door tomorrow, and I'll show you."