I bought an old couch at a garage sale — three days later, someone attempted to break into my apartment for it. At 26, I had just moved into my first apartment alone and was trying to furnish the place on a budget. One Saturday, I discovered a garage sale a few blocks away, run by a peculiar old man who watched people as though he knew secrets they didn’t. That’s where I picked out the couch. It had an aged beauty and was surprisingly inexpensive for its quality. While helping me load it, the old man grinned and said, “Sometimes a little thing becomes great wealth… if the person is good.” I gave an awkward laugh, unsure how to respond to that remark. Throughout our interaction, he continued muttering strange phrases. At one moment, he gripped my arm and whispered, “This isn’t an ordinary item.” On the second day after bringing the couch home, I began noticing odd things. Every time I sat down, it felt lopsided, as if something solid was hidden deep inside one side. I initially dismissed it as my imagination. Three nights later, at around 2 a.m., a noise woke me. Someone was climbing through my window. Grabbing a lamp, I nervously made my way into the living room. Switching on the light, I stopped dead. A terrified-looking boy of about fourteen stood beside the couch. He seemed to instantly regret being there as soon as he saw me. Before I could react, he blurted out: “Sometimes a little thing becomes great wealth!” He abruptly fell silent, eyes darting nervously. “If the person is good…” I finished softly, recognizing the phrase from the old man days before. His expression shifted completely. “What are you doing in my apartment?” I asked carefully. “And what is hidden inside this couch?”⬇️⬇️⬇️ Voir moins