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I moved to a new suburb hoping for a fresh start, but my neighbors were cold and distant. One day, while watering my flowers, I tried to help a little girl who fell off her bike, but her mother hurriedly pulled her away, looking at me like a threat. Another neighbor, Jules, also avoided me.
Determined to fit in, I threw a party, but no one came. Eventually, Jacob, a friendly neighbor, arrived and explained that my house had a bad reputation because the previous tenant disappeared mysteriously. Despite his reassurances, I felt uneasy.
The next day, I discovered an old diary in the attic, which revealed strange occurrences experienced by the former resident. I, too, noticed odd events, like nightly noises and a mysterious black cat, which I named Snowball.
Jules constantly watched me, and I decided to find out what was going on. One night, while hiding, I saw a shadow in my garden. I attempted to catch whoever it was but was caught by Jules, who accused me of being a threat.
When neighbors gathered, I pointed out the paint trap I had set, revealing Jacob’s involvement. His boots were covered in paint. He confessed to spreading rumors to lower the property’s value for a cheaper purchase. The neighbors apologized, realizing their mistake.
Afterward, the neighborhood became more welcoming, and I finally felt at home. Jacob eventually moved away, and I learned that appearances could be deceptive and things aren’t always as they seem.