The crowd started gossiping about it again. Some said the house they lived in was unlucky. Others claimed Mrs. Young herself was the greatest misfortune; otherwise, why would three out of four family members die in such a short time, leaving only her unscathed?
Some boldly speculated that she would be next.
Everyone couldn't help but find the whole affair bizarrely tragic.
Mrs. Young sat on the sofa, completely devastated. Carol Young's body had been taken to the hospital morgue, to be cremated in three days.
Everyone who needed to leave had left, and the house was now cold and empty.
She sat there alone, the lively scenes of the past still swirling before her eyes.
This time, the blow she suffered was immense.
'This house... I can't stay here anymore.'
She left and walked to the neighborhood's 24-hour convenience store, where she bought a six-pack of beer.
