The next few weeks were a blur of pest control visits and sleepless nights. We camped out at our friends’ place, feeling like we were in limbo.
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“Any news?” Sarah would ask each morning, her face a mix of curiosity and concern.
I’d shake my head, forcing a smile. “Not yet. But hopefully soon.”
Jack threw himself into work, staying late at the office most nights. I knew he felt guilty about not being able to help more with the house situation.
“You don’t have to work so hard,” I told him one night when he crawled into bed well past midnight.
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He sighed, pulling me close. “I know. I just… I want to make sure we have enough saved in case this turns into a bigger problem.”
I understood his worry. We’d poured everything we had into this house. The thought of losing it was almost too much to bear.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we got a call from the pest control company.
“Ma’am, we’ve finished the initial clean-up. But… we found something you might want to see.”
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Jack and I rushed over to the house. The pest control guy, a middle-aged man named Frank, met us at the door.
“Follow me,” he said, leading us to the now-empty hidden room.
On a small table sat a wooden box. Frank opened it, revealing a collection of vintage jewelry.
“We found this while clearing out the old clothes,” Frank explained. “Thought you might want to take a look.”
Jack and I exchanged glances. “Do you think it belonged to the previous owner?” I asked.
Jack shrugged. “Must have. But why would they leave it behind?”
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We spent the next few days researching the jewelry and trying to track down the previous owner, a woman named Margo. But our efforts led nowhere.
“What should we do with it?” I asked Jack one evening as we sat on Mike and Sarah’s couch, the jewelry spread out before us.
He sighed. “Legally, it’s ours now. But it feels wrong to just keep it.”
We debated back and forth, weighing our options. In the end, we decided to sell the jewelry and use the money to finish renovating the house.
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“It’s like the house is paying for its own makeover,” Jack joked.
The process of selling the jewelry was an adventure in itself. We visited several antique shops and jewelry stores, each appraiser more excited than the last.
“This piece here,” one elderly appraiser said, holding up a delicate necklace, “it’s from the 1920s. Quite valuable.”
The sale of the jewelry brought in more than we expected. Enough to not only renovate the hidden room but also make some upgrades we thought we’d have to put off for years.
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“We could redo the kitchen,” I suggested one night as we pored over renovation plans.
Jack nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “And maybe add that back porch we’ve been dreaming about?”
As the weeks passed, our horror story slowly transformed into something beautiful. The hidden room, once a den of nightmares, became a cozy reading nook.
“I can’t believe this is the same space,” Carlos said as he put the finishing touches on the built-in bookshelves.
I grinned, running my hand along the smooth wood. “It’s like night and day.”
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The rest of the house underwent a transformation too. The kitchen now boasted gleaming countertops and state-of-the-art appliances. The back porch we’d dreamed of became a reality, complete with a swing perfect for lazy Sunday afternoons.
On the day we finally moved back in, Jack and I stood in the doorway of our new reading nook.
“Can you believe this used to be full of moldy clothes and bugs?” I asked, shuddering at the memory.
Jack laughed. “Let’s not remind ourselves. New beginnings, remember?”
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We decided to host a small housewarming party to celebrate. As our friends oohed and aahed over the renovations, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.
“This place looks amazing,” Sarah gushed, twirling in the middle of our new kitchen.
Mike nodded in agreement. “Hard to believe it’s the same house.”
As the night wore on and our friends enjoyed the new back porch, Jack pulled me aside.
“You did it, Liv,” he said, his eyes shining with pride. “You turned this whole thing around.”
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I leaned into him, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. “We did it. Together.”
Later that night, after everyone had left, Jack and I curled up in our new reading nook.
“You know,” Jack said, his voice soft, “I never thought I’d be grateful for a room full of bugs.”
I laughed, snuggling closer to him. “Me neither. But look at us now.”
As we sat there, surrounded by the warmth of our home, I realized something. Our dream hadn’t just come true; it had evolved into something even better.
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“Hey, Jack?” I said, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Yeah?”
“Next time we renovate, let’s skip the hidden room of horrors, okay?”
Jack’s laughter filled the room, and I knew that no matter what surprises our home might still hold, we’d face them together.
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