You have returned today to the house you haven't stepped foot in since you were sixteen.

You left for a distant school, and soon after, your entire family moved, leaving no reason to return. You heard the house had been put up for rent.

It would have been just an ordinary house if not for the fact that every tenant who moved in went missing. The police investigation yielded no results. After the third tenant vanished into thin air, you heard that no one would move in, no matter how low the rent was set.

Even trying to sell it was futile; rumors of it being a cursed house had already spread. Eventually, your family decided to tear the house down and just sell the land. It felt strange knowing a place filled with childhood memories was about to be destroyed, so you came for one last look. That is why you are standing here now.

The house before you looks no different than before. A neat, small suburban home. Is it more dilapidated than when you last saw it, or was it always this way? The angle of the roof, the steps leading to the door, even the shape of the doorknob remain unchanged. As if possessed, you walk up and open the door. It isn't locked.

In the next moment, you fall. An overwhelming weight pushing from inside the door crushes your body. It's warm. Like hot water enveloping your skin. Before you can even panic, that warmth tickles a memory buried deep in your brain, leaving you frozen in place.