The New House on Willow Lane

April 16, 2026

by Caleigh

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (159 words)

"My mother was a baker, but she also cut hair for people she knew. When I was a child, she would trim the hair of a quiet, elderly man who lived by himself. Sometimes, my brother and I had to go with her to his home because she had no one to watch us. That […]"

My mother was a baker, but she also cut hair for people she knew. When I was a child, she would trim the hair of a quiet, elderly man who lived by himself. Sometimes, my brother and I had to go with her to his home because she had no one to watch us.

That man passed away peacefully some time later, and his house was bought by a new family. One afternoon, my mother attended a book club meeting at a friend’s home. There, she met a woman named Clara who had just moved into the old man’s neighborhood.

Clara shared that strange things were happening in her new house. Cabinets would open by themselves, and the television would switch channels. Her daughter mentioned seeing a kind-looking old man sitting in her rocking chair at night. My mother asked what he looked like, and Clara gave a perfect description of the man whose hair she used to cut.

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