The House of Memories

Date: 7/31/2019

There was this massive house that was a tourist attraction. It was like hoarder house meets antique store. There were just piles and piles of stuff and so many doors and rooms that you could spend an hour in one and not be able to explore everything it held. The piles and piles of stuff carried everything from photos from 2019 to artifacts from the distant past. You never knew what you would find. It was four stories tall and the top floor was like a gift store, but it didn't really carry souvenirs so much as more random stuff. The building was haunted too. So incredibly haunted that it wasn't even scary because there was no unknown to it. You just knew there were ghosts everywhere in the same way that there were people. For some reason, all my cats, plus a few extra were roaming around this area of the first floor that was a grocery store. I had to catch all of them and put them in my Prius. There were like 15 cats I had to stick in my Prius. After that, me and a friend who I've been wanting to get closer to irl started looking around. We found a canister on the second floor that contained some kind of memorial for a person we didn't know. Inside was a set of photos from my class. I was even in one. I also found a heavy metal water container that had a date from 1927 carved into the side. When we had seen our fill, we went back downstairs and my friend and I had an emotional goodbye, moreso than we've ever had in real life. We hugged and he wouldn't let go and I ended up stroking his hair comfortingly until we broke apart and left the giant house.