"Why?"
"Why would they mention you? How did they know you, if you didn't know them?"
"Why?"
"It's one thing being called at an odd hour of the night. It's another being told that someone died. It's something hardly fathomable that whoever they were knew you, and you were the only one mentioned in the will."
"It's something so unsettling to go to a funeral for someone you don't know. It's disturbing being handed the deed to a house for someone you never met. It's weird reading the name on the mail box that doesn't mean a thing to you. It's odd for this not to be a misunderstanding. It's strange knowing that this person has been in the hospital for three years with not a soul inside their house. yet there's not a speck of dust to be found. All the rooms are reasonably bare. You head upwards, to what would be an attic. Where what should be boxes of things long forgotten. Is a library, at least two stories tall. with numerous amounts of oddities.

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