On this Saturday, my mom, my dad, and I went to our old house, where my grandparents now live. We used to live in that house when I was three years old. I had forgotten the layout of the house, so I thought I should explore all the rooms. There was nothing particularly special about them. Then, I remembered that we had a basement. I went downstairs to the basement and saw a chest there. I opened the chest and discovered that our family secrets were hidden inside. Opening the chest taught me so many things that my perspective on life completely changed. I learned that our whole family practices witchcraft. I shared this with my grandma, who said, “We were planning to tell you this when you were older.” Then they sent me to a witch school.
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