On Christmas Eve, I Visited My Missing Parents’ Abandoned House and Found It Beautifully Decorated

After Megan’s parents kick her out at eighteen, she turns her back on her family. But one day, she drives back to her childhood home, only to discover that the house is in her name and her parents have been missing. Years later, she drives by again, only this time, she sees the old house decorated for the holidays. Are her parents back?

It’s been twenty years since I last spoke to my parents. Twenty years since they kicked me out for getting pregnant.

I was 18, young and terrified, but stubborn enough to stand my ground. I still remember my dad’s voice, the anger almost chilling me to my bones.

An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney

An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney

“If you leave with him, Megan, don’t bother coming back!” he yelled. “I don’t want to see you again! You’re a mess, and instead of choosing to be better, you’re choosing self-destruction.”

I left anyway.

That same night, my mom stood quietly at the door, her arms wrapped around herself, watching me go. She didn’t say anything; she just let me walk out into the cold.

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A shouting man | Source: Midjourney

“That’s it? You’re not going to say anything? Mom, really?” I said.

She opened her mouth for a second. Instead of saying anything, she just went inside and closed the door.

They never forgave me.

But here I am, twenty years later. I’m thirty-eight, with three beautiful kids and a man who’s been by my side through it all. Evan and I were high school sweethearts, and when I got pregnant, I really thought that he was going to leave me.

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An upset woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“Why would I leave you?” he asked, holding the pregnancy test. “We’re in this together, Megan.”

“But what about your football scholarship to college? You’d give that up?” I asked.

“Of course, I would,” he said. “Let’s do this, Meg. You, me, and the baby!”

Just like that, I decided to tell my parents, which is how my father threw me out.

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A teenage couple sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney

Despite everything, we built a life. A really good life. And let me tell you, I don’t regret a single thing. Evan works hard, and our kids, Ella, Maya, and Ben, are everything I ever dreamed of.

If you had told my 18-year-old self that I’d still be with him two decades later, I would have laughed through my tears.

But here we are.

Happy.

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Three children sitting together | Source: Midjourney

The last time I visited my parents’ house was five years ago. They had gone missing on a hiking trip in the mountains. It was supposed to be a short getaway, apparently.

Just a weekend.

But they never came back.

“I’m sorry, Megan,” our neighbor, Mr. Smith, said when I went over to ask about my parents. “You really didn’t hear about it? The incident?”

An older man standing in his doorway | Source: Midjourney

An older man standing in his doorway | Source: Midjourney

“What incident? What are you talking about?” I asked, an uneasy feeling taking over me.

“They went hiking, Megan. You know, the usual long weekend trips that they make? They left the keys here for me to feed the dog. But at the end of the weekend, they didn’t return.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

A couple hiking | Source: Midjourney

A couple hiking | Source: Midjourney

“When they didn’t come back, I reported it to the police, and a search party was sent out. The officers said that all they found were their abandoned backpacks on a cliff,” he sighed.

“No… bodies?” I asked, my voice threatening to break.

As strained as our relationship was, I always expected my parents to be here, at home. For them to always be within those four walls for when I needed them.

I always counted on them to be there for the day I decided to bring my children to meet them.

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An upset woman standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney

And now?… they were gone.

“No, sweetheart,” Mr. Smith said. “No bodies, no footprints, nothing. They were just gone. They vanished without a trace.”

After that, it was all about getting the house signed over to me. I didn’t want to do anything with it, I just wanted to keep it there. I went to the police station and the detective signed off on the case as a cold case.

“Move on, Megan,” he said. “We’ve had no leads in years.”

The issue was proving that I was their daughter, luckily there was a clause in my father’s will, stating that everything would be mine if he and my mother passed.

For five years after, the house sat empty. I never had the courage to sell it, though. Something about letting it go felt wrong.

An empty house | Source: Midjourney

An empty house | Source: Midjourney

So, it just stood there, gathering dust and neglect, frozen in time like a ghost of the past I wasn’t ready to confront.

Until tonight.

It was Christmas Eve. And for reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself driving toward the old place instead of getting the extra butter that Evan and I needed for the turkey the next day.

The house was abandoned and had been for the past five years. As I drove, I imagined exactly how it would look after all these years. I imagined the cracked front windows and the streaks of graffiti across the walls like battle scars.

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An abandoned house with an overgrown garden | Source: Midjourney

I imagined the weeds swallowing the flower beds that my mother used to love, and the wooden porch, which was most likely splintered and sagging under the years of neglect.

When I pulled into the driveway, my chest tightened at the sight of the house.

It was decorated.

Not just randomly decorated, but beautifully decorated. The old garlands of twinkling lights my dad used to string along the eaves were glowing softly against the evening sky.

Christmas decorations on an old house | Source: Midjourney

Christmas decorations on an old house | Source: Midjourney

There was a faded wreath with little bells, which hung crookedly on the front door. There were the familiar plastic candy canes lining the path to the house.

I even recognized the same wooden reindeer we used to set up every December. They were all old and chipped but still standing proudly on the lawn.

My heart raced as I stepped out of the car. How could this be?

Wooden reindeer on a lawn | Source: Midjourney

Wooden reindeer on a lawn | Source: Midjourney

Who would have done something like this? No one lived there. No one had for years.

As I walked around, I saw a little generator on the porch. It was hooked up to the lights, fueling them among the rest of the desolate house.

The decorations looked exactly the way my dad used to do them. The same lights, the same setup. A lump formed in my throat. It was like stepping back into my childhood, as if time had rewound itself.

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A connected generator | Source: Midjourney

Even if it was just for one night.

I had to know who was behind this. I needed to know if it was real or if it was in my head.

The front door was slightly ajar. I hesitated for a moment, my pulse quick and uneven, before gently pushing it open.

Inside, the house smelled of dust and memories, but the living room…

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The front door of an empty house | Source: Midjourney

The living room took my breath away.

A Christmas tree stood by the fireplace, just like the ones from my childhood. It was decorated with mismatched ornaments and too many strands of tinsel. The stockings were hung on the mantel, and beneath the tree were a few wrapped presents, tied with fraying ribbons.

And then I saw him.

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A man hunched by a fireplace | Source: Midjourney

A figure sat in front of the fireplace, hunched slightly, silhouetted by the glow of the dying fire.

I couldn’t stop myself. The word slipped from my lips before I could think.

“Dad?” I called.

The figure stirred and turned slowly toward me, the firelight flickering across his face.

It wasn’t my dad.

It was a young man in his mid-thirties, I think. His dark hair was tousled, and his face was shadowed by exhaustion. He wore a threadbare coat, and his cheeks were pink from the cold.

But as soon as I saw him, I knew exactly who he was.

“Max?” I whispered.

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

His eyes widened, and a small, embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You remember me? Megan?”

Of course, I remembered him.

He used to be the little boy who lived next door, the one with the messy hair and a toothy grin. But then, he couldn’t have been older than me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

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A smiling young boy | Source: Midjourney

Max glanced around the room.

“I’ve been staying here. Just for the winters, Megan,” he admitted. “It’s the second year now.”

I stared at him.

“Why?”

“I don’t really have anywhere else to go,” he said, holding his head.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

It took me a minute to process what he was saying.

“Max, are you homeless?” I asked.

He gave a small nod.

“Yeah,” he said. “My adoptive parents, the Smiths? They kicked me out, actually. It was after you came around about ten years ago, and my dad told you about your parents. I’ve had some rotten luck, and I guess they just didn’t want to care for me anymore. It’s hard, you know? Finding work. I was between friends for a while… but even they got tired.”

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A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney

My chest tightened at his words.

He glanced around the room, a smile playing on his lips.

“I remembered how your dad used to decorate the house. You guys had the nicest house in the neighborhood. When I was walking around for old time’s sake, I saw that the house was still empty. And I made myself at home… I found the decorations in the basement.”

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A basement | Source: Midjourney

We were both quiet for a while.

“Why didn’t you get rid of the place?” he asked me.

“I don’t have any good answers,” I said. “I just wanted to keep it the way it was.”

Max nodded.

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A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t be here,” Max said. “I just… had nowhere to go. No parents to turn to for the holidays, and honestly, I didn’t think anyone would mind.”

Something broke inside me at that moment. I had been through everything Max had just described.

“Come home with me,” I said. “Nobody should spend Christmas alone. And anyway, I have three kids who will need distracting from the pile of Christmas presents at home.”

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A pile of presents under a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

Max’s eyes widened, and for a second, he looked like that same little boy from all those years ago, the one who had been desperate for someone to care.

Now, sitting in my living room, watching my kids get to know someone from my past, I realize what I need to do.

Evan and I have some savings. It could be enough to do the house up properly. Once it’s fixed, Max can live there. He can rent out a couple of rooms to boarders if he needs the extra income. It’s not much, but it’s a start, and I know it will give him a chance to get back on his feet.

I put my cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table. I was getting excited.

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House renovations in progress | Source: Midjourney

I don’t know if my parents would approve of the plan, but it doesn’t matter. That house doesn’t belong to their memory anymore. It’s time to give it a new purpose.

And who knows? Maybe the money we make from it will go toward Ella, Maya, or Ben’s college fund someday.

What would you have done?

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

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I Dropped My Naughty Kids at My Parents’ Home — I Was Shocked When They Were Good as Gold When I Picked Them Up

When Cara and her husband get an invitation to an adult-only party, they welcome the break from being parents of three for a few hours. Thankfully, her parents are ready to save the day and babysit the kids. But when Cara and Jason go back to fetch the kids, they’re shocked with the change in their behavior.

“Are you sure that the kids will be okay?” my husband, Jason, asked me as I went through my closet trying to find something to wear.

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A woman looking through her closet | Source: Midjourney

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “They will be absolutely fine with my parents.”

“It’s just that you know how they can be,” Jason said. “The kids, not your parents. They’re a handful.”

“They’ll be fine,” I repeated.

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A close-up of a smiling man | Source: Midjourney

But my husband wasn’t wrong.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Owners of Some of the Most Extravagant Private Jets in the World

Celebrities are used to living extravagant lifestyles that are far above the means of the typical person. The appeal of money is stronger than ever, from lavish homes to expensive cars. While driving a fancy automobile is one thing, owning a private plane is the ultimate status symbol for any high-profile star.These multi-million dollar flying machines are an investment that allows the world’s elite to travel easily from one location to another, not just a means of transportation. From the multi-talented power couple Beyoncé and Jay-Z to Warren Buffett of Berkshire Hathaway, these well-known figures are experts in the art of chic travel.Not only do the biggest names in the business buy these planes, but they also spend a lot of money furnishing the interiors to suit their every requirement, from full conference rooms to plasma TVs. Even while some celebrities choose to rent a plane rather than own one completely, they are still reaching heights that are beyond the reach of most of us.These are a few of the most well-known owners of private planes.

Celine Dion

Renowned for her taste in finery, Celine Dion takes advantage of opulent vacations that are appropriate for the recognized diva that she is. The gifted singer chooses to travel alone on her own Bombardier BD 700 Global Express rather than using a commercial flight to allow room for her entourage.Her attendants can make gourmet meals while she flies from one sold-out concert to another thanks to this luxurious aircraft’s many bathrooms and fully functional kitchen. The $42-million-dollar jet was also frequently used by Celine’s late husband and their kids for family getaways.In addition to her widespread celebrity, Celine Dion is a committed businesswoman who works virtually nonstop. She needs to rest and unwind, and having a private jet makes it easier to create a tranquil atmosphere that promotes good sleep, which is a luxury that is hard to come by when dealing with disruptions like wailing babies in the back seats of commercial aircraft.

Kylie Jenner

While most 23-year-olds work to build financial stability throughout their post-college transition, Kylie Jenner is in a class by herself. Invested an astounding $73 million carelessly on a Bombardier Global 7500. Her aircraft, known as “Kylie Air,” is a sumptuous example of luxury. Equipped with a pink lighting design and able to hold ten passengers.It has a flat-screen TV, a full-size double bed for afternoon naps, and a host of opulent features that match the high price. Jenner has an impressive net worth of $900 million, thus the investment is within her means.In addition to its opulent amenities, Kylie uses her jet to strategically promote her well-known Kylie Cosmetics line. The brand’s identity is reflected in every element of the aircraft, including the TVs and seats. incorporating the core of Kylie’s enterprise with ease. It serves as a great way to promote a company in addition to being a symbol of luxury. E, personifying all that is associated with the image of Kylie Jenner.

Lionel and Sofia Richie

The well-known performer and popular song writer Lionel Richie has experienced his share of exuberant moments. even though they’re now somewhat behind him. The father of Sofia Richie, who enjoys private travel just as much as her father, the Richie family enjoys taking luxurious Gulfstream flights. a preferred option for many A-list celebs.Lionel’s Gulfstream G550 serves the family’s varied travel requirements and is used for both work and pleasure. Sofia has had the honor of flying in multiple private planes, even if she hasn’t attained the same status as her father in terms of owning one. She most likely gained these experiences and exposure to an opulent lifestyle through her relationship with Scott Disick, whom she dated for a few years.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

The rise of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson from impoverished origins to a wildly prosperous profession is the stuff of legends. After his football career ended, he had only $7 in his pocket when he started his successful career as a professional wrestler and landing leading parts in many successful blockbuster movies. accumulating a fortune that currently exceeds $240 million.The Johnson family enjoys traveling in their own $65 million Gulfstream G650. It may not have as much room as some other private jets, but it still meets all of The Rock’s needs for travel and business. The former WWE star takes advantage of the aircraft frequently. which has an elegant table ideal for conducting business and lots of seats.Interestingly, Dwayne has been spotted changing his daughter’s diaper on the aircraft’s leather seats. a display of his commitment to being a family man. This grounded approach demonstrates that he cherishes family time whether they are spent on land or in midair. utilizing his jet in a manner that honors his commitment and sense of duty.

Taylor Swift

Even though she was relatively new to the world of superstars, Taylor Swift made a big investment in 2011 when she bought a $40 million Dassault-Breguet Mystere Falcon 900. She not only purchased the airplane, but she also added her lucky number thirteen to make it uniquely hers.Swift uses her plane, which has 12 seats and lots of storage space, to traverse the world for her intense stadium shows. In order to make the journey feel cozy, Taylor makes sure there’s a ton of fresh food and flowers on board.Taylor is well-known for her generosity, especially toward her close group of friends, the “girl squad,” and it’s likely that she frequently lets her pals use her jet. Many anecdotes about the lives of some of the most well-known ladies in the world may be stored in the opulent leather seats of the aircraft. Should just they be able to communicate.

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