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"What is it going to hurt if I visit my grandparents, if I like the vibe I might just stay and if not then I will get the motel room", you say to yourself as you travel down the main street.
You had only one memory of them and that was a story your mother had told you before she died. She had said, "They are private people and don't really like traveling they don't have a phone either, but they would love you I just know it".
You find the address you had previously googled fairly easily. You slow down as you turn from the pavement onto the gravel drive. The small stones crunch beneath your tires as you speed up a little. Not to far off the road you see a house come into view.
It is a two story house with faded peeling white paint. Several of the windows have been broken out and ply wood now covers them. The closer you get to the house the more you start to regret your choice to come unannounced. The yard had dead yellow grass waist high a fence had fallen in disrepair long ago still went unnoticed by its owner.
Your stomach twitches and rumbles nervously inside your shirt. You have the strangest feeling wash over you as you pull your car to a stop in front of the run down house. You get out and cautiously close the door, looking around for any sign of your grandparents.
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