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When Regina and I bought our dream house\u2014a charming Victorian villa\u2014we were ecstatic. We were finally in the perfect neighborhood: peaceful, friendly, and picturesque. But what started as a simple housewarming party quickly turned into something much more unsettling.<\/p>\n
The first guests arrived, and everything seemed normal. Laughter, wine, and warm conversations filled the room. But then I noticed something odd. Every single person, young and old, was wearing the same red gloves.<\/p>\n
\u201cRegina, do you see that? What\u2019s with all the gloves?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
She frowned, glancing around. \u201cMaybe it\u2019s some local tradition?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it\u2019s summer,\u201d I said, uneasy. \u201cAnd they’re the exact same shade of red.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one took the gloves off\u2014even to eat or drink. Some even seemed to avoid showing their hands. I decided to ask Mrs. Harper, our elderly next-door neighbor, about it.<\/p>\n
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\u201cMrs. Harper, those gloves are interesting. Is there a special occasion?\u201d I asked casually.<\/p>\n
She stiffened, then lowered her voice. \u201cOh, they\u2019re just\u2026 a tradition. You\u2019ll get used to it soon enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy red? Why gloves?\u201d I pressed.<\/p>\n
Her eyes darted nervously. \u201cLet\u2019s just say, it\u2019s something we all agreed upon a long time ago. You\u2019ll understand soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
The evening ended, and as Regina and I cleaned up, we found a note slipped under the door: *”Welcome to the neighborhood. Don\u2019t forget your red gloves. You\u2019ll need them soon.”*<\/p>\n
I frowned, confused. The next day, we noticed strange things around the house\u2014garden tools moved, odd symbols in the dirt, and whispers outside our windows at night. But when we ran into Mrs. Harper again, she dropped a bombshell.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe gloves protect you from the Hand of the Forgotten, the spirit that haunts this land. Everyone wears them to stay safe,\u201d she explained seriously.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, what? A spirit?\u201d I was stunned.<\/p>\n
She nodded. \u201cYou\u2019ll see soon enough. Don\u2019t ignore this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite laughing off her warning, Regina and I couldn\u2019t shake the fear that was slowly creeping in. Then we found something that made our blood run cold: a small, red-gloved voodoo doll on our porch.<\/p>\n
We decided to confront our neighbors, so we organized a meeting. As everyone gathered in our living room, I asked, \u201cWhat\u2019s the deal with the gloves? We\u2019ve been finding strange things, and it\u2019s freaking us out.\u201d<\/p>\n
To my surprise, they all burst out laughing. Mrs. Harper stepped forward, grinning.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Gabriel, Regina, you two were such good sports! It\u2019s just a neighborhood prank. Every new couple gets the same treatment. It\u2019s our way of welcoming you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked in disbelief. \u201cSo, all of this was just a joke? The creepy symbols, the whispers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly!\u201d Mrs. Harper laughed. \u201cYou two passed our little test with flying colors.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relieved, we joined in the laughter. But a few weeks later, it was our turn for payback. We invited the neighbors over for a casual dinner and planted fake bugs around the house. The reactions were priceless.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh! There\u2019s a spider in my napkin!\u201d Mr. Richards screamed.<\/p>\n
As the room erupted in laughter, I couldn\u2019t help but smile. We had officially become part of the neighborhood\u2019s quirky traditions.<\/p>\n
Later that night, Mrs. Harper turned to us with a wink. \u201cYou know, Gabriel, I think you two will fit in here just fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think you\u2019re right,\u201d I replied. \u201cThough next time we move, we\u2019ll ask about any \u2018traditions\u2019 before signing the papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Regina and I laughed, heading back inside to our new home, now filled with memories and friends\u2014red gloves and all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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