Evil House
bettya7 
Published on 16th November 2019
It is a story about a family which gets torn apart due to greed of a man called Savant. This seemigly lax man takes over a house the writers mother worked hard to build and makes her name mud.
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It all started on a Tuesday evening. I was getting ready for my physics exam when I noticed my mom acting very strange. She never orders takeaway pizza on a Tuesday night. Now I’m freaking out.
Suddenly, I stealthily heard Uncle Savant speaking on the phone with my mother. He was telling her to leave the house we are living in as soon as possible. That was odd. I always knew my uncle as a funny guy with nothing to worry about. I run to my mother only to find her crying on her bed. "What's wrong?" I asked, worried she will get ulcers and vomit again. She always does that when she is extremely sad. "We are going to leave this house, the house we built together with Savant, the house that cost me a fortune. We cannot return to our old house; it is going to be miles away from your new school. I guess we will have to rent a smaller house for a little while." "Wait," I interrupted "where is this coming from? Why can't we stay here? I love it here." "Savant made your grandmother sign a contract that claimed this house is his, which means he can kick anyone out."
I know my grandmother is the official owner of this house. But, how can she kick her own daughter out for Uncle Savant's advantage? "This must be a mistake. I know Uncle Savant. He would never do this to us. He loves us being around this house. I know he spends most nights at his friends' crib, but still, he has no reason to kick us out. Does he?" "Please just go now. Do your homework or read something. You are not old enough to worry about these things," mom wept.
My grandmother left the house for Florida, where my other uncle, Zani, lives. She told Uncle Zani mom locked the fridge when she went to work, leaving grandma nothing to eat. She even said she could not chose to eat anything she wanted. Mom hates it when there is nothing to eat in the house. She pushes us to go out and buy any food we liked with the money she earned working overtime, despite our sated state. She frequently stops us from eating stale foods and takes them with her. What a frugal woman, huh?