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The house would be just as she had left it. She opened the door and peered in. All the pictures were still on the wall, there was no water running out from under the kitchen door. So far so good; she switched on the light - it worked! Then she saw it - her favourite vase in a million pieces on the floor. She slammed the front door and threw her shopping down. "I don’t believe it" she shouted. "Why is this happening to me? " Sarah stormed into the kitchen, put the kettle on and sat down. It’s almost as if the house doesn’t want me to stay, she thought to herself.