My grandmother left me her house when she passed away. No drama, no disputes.
Six months ago, my dad remarried—and suddenly decided the house should’ve been his. A week later, he and his new wife moved in without asking. I stayed quiet to keep the peace. Big mistake.
At first, she redecorated. Then my grandmother’s things started disappearing—her sofa, my vintage desk, even my towels.
When I confronted her, she smiled and said, “I live here now.”
So I stopped arguing.
Instead, I quietly moved things back… just slightly off. Crooked frames. Shifted furniture. My grandmother’s rocking chair in random rooms. I even wore her shawl one night and walked past the doorway.
She screamed.
Said the house felt haunted.
They moved out.
Now my grandmother’s house is peaceful again. 🖤

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