Selling was never an option

I tried to put the house up for sale today.

I filled out the forms. typed the address. uploaded photos. triple-checked the lot number. clicked submit.

the website rejected it.

not with an error. not a glitch. just… nothing.

i tried again. same result.
the “confirm listing” button didn’t respond.
the fields erased themselves.
the page reloaded. the address was still mine.

i tried a different site. nothing.
the county records? still me.
the realtor? said “you’re good to go,” but when i showed up they had no record of my listing.

it’s like the house… doesn’t want me to leave.
not violently. not threateningly.
just… subtly.

like it knows i thought about moving. like it’s making sure i stay where i’ve always been.

while i was trying to figure this out, i noticed a Reddit page called “Is_Edwin_Okay?”
someone is… watching. talking about me. my house. my logs.
i don’t know why it exists, but i will be making a page of my own soon.
maybe documenting what happens there will help me… understand.

so. selling the house. not happening.
i can leave. i can live.
but this place… it owns the ground i stand on more than i ever could.

— edwin


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