Sehun hauled his bags up the stairs of the big, grey house. There was thunder in the distance and a few streaks of white lightning nearby. It was strange because he had remembered the forecast said that it was supposed to be sunny. Nevertheless, Sehun heaved a sigh of relief as he dropped his bags in the foyer.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Home sweet home…” He left his bags as he wandered to the wide, bay window overlooking the property.

The house itself sat atop the highest hill in the small town. The driveway leading up to it was long and winding. There were no other houses for at least five miles. And Sehun was perfectly fine with that.

He’d bought this house to get away from the bustling noises and elbow-to-elbow-ness of the city. Although he was young, he could be considered a has been. In his late teens, he’d written a book that somehow made its way onto the best-sellers list. Sehun had come into quite a fortune by the time he’d reached twenty-one. A few books later, he was now pushing thirty and had become more of a reader than a writer.

Sehun sighed and meandered through the rest of the house. He couldn’t fathom why anyone would just walk away from a house like this. It was architecturally beautiful. It was an old, Victorian style and most of the furnishings were the originals. The realtor had said the previous owners had packed up and left in the middle of the night, something or other about