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Another knock followed, louder this time, mixed with the sound of wind and rain. “Stay here,” she told her children and went to the door, candle trembling in her hand. She opened it to find an old man, drenched from head to toe. His coat clung to his body, and water dripped from the brim of his hat. His voice trembled as he said, “I’m sorry to bother you, ma’am. I just need shelter until the rain slows.” Hannah hesitated, but something about his eyes—tired yet kind—made her step aside. “Come in,” she said. He entered slowly, leaning on his walking stick. Hannah helped him to the small fire and handed him a towel. “You can rest here tonight. The sofa’s not much, but it’s warm.” He thanked her softly. “You’re the first to open the door tonight.” As he sipped tea and ate bread, he asked about her children, about her husband, and about how long she’d lived there. Hannah, though cautious, found herself answering. He listened closely, almost like he already knew her struggles. When the storm began to quiet, the old man stood. “You’re kind, Hannah. That kindness may save your family someday,” he said quietly. She smiled wearily. “I just did what anyone would do.” But his expression turned solemn. “Not everyone would.” That night, after everyone went to sleep, Hannah checked on the stranger once more. He was resting peacefully on the couch, his walking stick leaning by the fire. She didn’t know it yet—but by the next morning, the man she’d helped would make a request so strange, so impossible, it would shake her to her core. “Sell me your house,” he would say. “For one dollar. And leave today.” The storm had passed by morning. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, making the puddles on the floor glisten. Hannah woke early, expecting the old man to still be asleep, but found him sitting at the kitchen table, neatly dressed, his hat resting beside him. “I hope you slept well,” she said as she poured two cups of coffee. He nodded, his hands wrapped around the warm mug. “Better than I have in years,” he replied. Then, after a pause, he said something that made her stop mid-sip. “Before I go, I need to ask something unusual.” Hannah smiled politely. “All right, what is it?” He took a folded document from his bag and placed it on the table. “Would you sell me this house—for one dollar?” She stared at him, certain she’d misheard. “Excuse me?” “One dollar,” he repeated calmly. “You and your children can pack and leave today. I’ll handle everything.” She blinked in disbelief. “Sir, that’s absurd. This is our home. I can’t just walk away.” The old man looked at her with an expression she couldn’t read—something between worry and urgency. “I know it sounds strange. But I’m not joking, Hannah. Please, sell it to me. It’s not safe here.” Her hands tightened around the cup. “What do you mean not safe? You think someone’s coming after me?” He hesitated. “Let’s just say this place carries problems you can’t see yet. Problems that will hurt you if you stay.” “Are you threatening me?” she snapped. “No,” he said quickly. “I’m trying to protect you. Please trust me.” “Trust you?” she said bitterly. “You show up out of nowhere, sleep on my couch, and then tell me to sell my home for a dollar? I don’t even know your name.” He sighed and looked out the window. “My name is Harold Brooks. I used to build houses around here decades ago. I know things about this neighborhood most people have forgotten.” Hannah stood up, her voice trembling. “I think you should go.” Harold nodded slowly, as if he’d expected that answer. He placed a one-dollar bill on the table and said softly, “You may think I’m crazy. But when the time comes, you’ll remember this moment. Leave before it’s too late.” Then he put on his hat, thanked her again for her kindness, and walked out into the bright morning, leaving her frozen in place—heart pounding, torn between disbelief and an unsettling fear that maybe, just maybe, he was right. That evening, as Hannah prepared dinner, a loud crash came from the back of the house. She ran to the storage room—and gasped. The ceiling had collapsed. Dust filled the air as Hannah stood in the doorway, staring at the damage. A section of the storage room ceiling had caved in, scattering wet plaster and rotten wood across the floor. Her heart pounded when she realized how close the collapse had been to the children’s play area. If they had been there minutes earlier, someone could’ve been seriously hurt—or worse. She spent the rest of the night unable to sleep. Harold’s words echoed in her mind: “This place carries problems you can’t see yet.” The next morning, she sat at the kitchen table, staring at the single dollar bill still lying where he’d left it. Finally, she made a decision she didn’t fully understand but somehow felt was right. She went to the notary office downtown, the same place where her late husband had signed their mortgage papers years ago. The clerk looked shocked when she said she wanted to transfer ownership of her house. “For how much?” he asked. “One dollar,” she said quietly. He looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Ma’am, that home’s worth thousands, even in its condition.” “I know,” Hannah said softly, “but I’m sure about this.” And so, she signed the papers. When she looked up, Harold Brooks was already there—standing in the corner of the office, holding a worn briefcase. He nodded to her once, respectfully, and handed the clerk the dollar. “Thank you,” he told her. “You did the right thing.” That was the last time Hannah ever saw him. Two days later, while she and her children unpacked boxes in their small rented apartment, the radio broke into the morning news. “Breaking news: a gas explosion has destroyed a home on Maple Lane early this morning. Fortunately, no one was inside the property at the time.” The cup slipped from Hannah’s hand and shattered on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat as the announcer repeated the address. It was her house. The children stared at her in shock. “Mom?” Ava whispered. Hannah didn’t answer. She just sat down, trembling, realizing that if she hadn’t listened to Harold, they would all be dead. Later, at the scene, a firefighter told her the explosion was caused by an undetected gas leak that had been building for months. “Whoever lived there is lucky,” he said. Lucky—or protected, Hannah thought. 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