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  "publishedAt": "2026-06-21T23:00:16.000Z",
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  "textContent": "“Let me show you this recently renovated Victorian.” Ms. North started scrolling through photos. “It’s in great condition and priced to sell. You could move in by—”\n\n“I told you, I need a new build.” I shuddered. “My last apartment was haunted by a murdered tenant. The rent was cheap because her ghost still walks through the place, moaning.”\n\nMy realtor gasped. “How terrible! I assure you that nobody has been murdered in any house that I list.”\n\nI shook my head. “You can’t  _know_ what’s happened behind someone’s closed doors. Now that I can afford it, I’m going to make sure I’ll never be haunted again.”\n\n* * *\n\nI wound up buying a lot and ordering a custom home. My builder had the best safety record in the state. His workers muttered and glanced over their shoulders whenever I showed up to watch the construction, which was often. If only they knew that I didn’t want any accidental deaths on my property, either.\n\nOnce the paint was dry, I moved in. I went to bed early, feeling secure at last.\n\n* * *\n\nWailing voices woke me from a deep sleep. Frantic, I switched on my lamp. The yellow walls were throbbing. It turns out you can’t  _know_ what’s happened behind closed doors in a paint factory, either…\n\n* * *\n\nPamela Love worked as a teacher and in marketing before turning to writing.",
  "title": "The New Build",
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