I take the first step toward the door of the old Smithsdale residence, mentally cataloging everything I see. It’s immediately clear there are no squatters. Every visible window is intact, the front door is shut firmly in its frame, and although the landscaping has overgrown and begun reclaiming parts of the structure, the gate had opened smoothly. Oddly enough, the path leading to the front door was completely clear.That alone doesn’t sit right.“Hey, Mike… does it look like someone’s been here recently?” I ask quietly as I move toward the door.“In a way, yeah,” he replies, scanning the yard again. “Someone had to clear that path to get inside. And a squatter wouldn’t usually bother with something like that.”“You’re right. But who would?” I mutter, more to myself than to him, as I reach for the doorknob.To my surprise, it turns easily. The door swings open without a single creak — smooth, silent, deliberate.“Looks like someone’s been oiling the hinges too,” Mike adds as we step i
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