The House of Elders

There are houses that look quiet, almost forgotten.
Houses with creaking balcony doors, flowerpots waiting for a hand to water them, and curtains peering inward through dusty windows.
But if you stand outside for a moment and close your eyes, you might hear things you won't find in any book: the groan of an old chair, a raspy laugh, a voice humming a tune long forgotten.
These houses have souls – and a soul means stories.
What you are about to read is the story of such a house. Or rather… the f...