# WritcoStoryChallenge
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories until I stepped inside.
The ideas that I had in my mind erupted in visions for the old place.
The Mystic told me that my own thoughts would come alive with only a wave of my hand. So I decided to test his words.
I chose this old run down house because it reminded me of the home of my childhood.
So, I stood at the open doorway, closed my eyes and envisioned my own memories.
And with the wave of my hand I felt a swift blast of cold air.
I stood in silent anticipation as a peace came over me.
Opening my eyes, I Saw before me the clean childhood home of my memories.
I began to cry. There down the hallway i saw the dog I loved so much.
I could hear a radio playing an old song from a forgotten band.
Then as my mind was reeling from what I saw and heard, my mother walked toward me.
Mom had passed years before. As she came near, she smiled and called my name.
Billy, are you ready for supper?
At that instant, I felt a trembling in my body.
I realized that I was now twelve years old again!
As I stood there in disbelief, my mother hugged me.
I am home again and all is good.

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