Parents selling dream house (NOT adult rated)

Date: 10/26/2025

I was away to study but finally came back to my parents’ house. They were rich and they had this house for less than a year now. It was a huge mansion and I was in love with it. Now that I was back I was so excited to actually live there and get to enjoy it. But when I arrived my parents were packing up everything and almost done doing so. I asked them why and they said they wanted to move somewhere else for a few months, and couldn’t afford both houses at once so they were gonna sell, use it to buy the new place, then a few months later they wanted to re-buy this place and return. I asked why and my stepmom explained that there just wasn’t space for everything. For example she had nowhere to put all her scarves. I went to the foyer area and found an untouched closet door. I opened it up to find empty wooden racks that were very close together, clearly specifically meant for scarves. “You could put them right here it’s perfect!” I explained. They didn’t care. I then started explaining that if someone else bought the house, there’s no way they would ever sell it back to us a few months later. No one would ever give up such a house. My parents then said if that happened, then the house wasn’t meant to be. I was so upset. I went to the basement where there was a museum as well as a ton of extra bedrooms. They were all empty now except for two. One was filled with my artwork, paintings and sculptures, that they left for me to collect myself since I’m not moving with them (I have my own apartment atm). The other room was my Christmas room. It had a couch and TV, a fireplace, a bar, and a Christmas tree set up with the tree skirt and everything. I was going to have a Christmas party in that room. I was so devastated. By now the public heard about this and filled the house, looking around, touring it, and acting like guests. People were swimming in the pools, watching TV, dining, etc. The house was also filled with uniformed staff. People started to get unruly, leading the police to come and start arresting people and patting people down. At one point I got tackled and had to yell “I live here! I live here!” The police were also kidnapping people and keeping them in a closet. I had been looking for my parents for a couple hours to try to convince them not to sell. I looked through my phone to try to call them but their phones were both either off or on airplane mode. I knew this was intentional because they didn’t wanna talk to me. I finally found my dad amongst the chaos. I asked him if he could just leave the house with me as a renter. “Sure, got $4,000?” He responded. I didn’t. “What about can I rent out some of the bedrooms too, and have some of my friends move in and pay rent to make up for the rest?” My dad thought about it and said, “No, we don’t want the house to become a community.” He walked away leaving me in despair. I went outside to swim and enjoy cocktails from the bar as well as some food. At the end of the day everyone gathered to leave, as if the house closed. I walked out with the crowd of people. I walked by the pools in the front. I heard an announcement being made by a voice I didn’t recognize. “No need for alarm. This was clearly an accident and not intentional. No need to panic. Everyone remain calm. There has been an accident.” I then noticed my dad in the pool. He was at the bottom of the pool surrounded by blood. He was clearly dead. His face was partially blown off.