{"id":111741,"date":"2025-02-07T14:59:07","date_gmt":"2025-02-07T07:59:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/?p=111741"},"modified":"2025-02-07T14:59:07","modified_gmt":"2025-02-07T07:59:07","slug":"i-was-told-to-stay-away-from-the-old-lady-on-the-third-floor-until-i-discovered-she-knew-a-secret-about-my-past-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/i-was-told-to-stay-away-from-the-old-lady-on-the-third-floor-until-i-discovered-she-knew-a-secret-about-my-past-story-of-the-day\/","title":{"rendered":"I Was Told to Stay Away from the Old Lady on the Third Floor Until I Discovered She Knew a Secret About My Past \u2014 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>I Was Told to Stay Away from the Old Lady on the Third Floor Until I Discovered She Knew a Secret About My Past \u2014 Story of the Day\n<p>When I took a nanny job at the Harrison estate, I thought it was my chance to start over. But the forbidden third floor and whispers about my mother\u2019s past made me question everything I thought I knew.\n</p><p>When my mother passed away, my world fell apart. She wasn\u2019t just my mom; she was my anchor. Without her, I was adrift in a storm of grief and bills that piled up faster than I could handle.\n</p><p>I spent countless nights scrolling through job postings. \u201cExperience required.\u201d \u201cDegree preferred.\u201d Each rejection chipped away at my hope.\n</p><p>\u201cCome on, Sarah,\u201d I whispered to myself.\n</p><p>Then, one day, a thick envelope arrived.\n</p><h3>The Harrisons?\n</h3><p>I\u2019d never heard of them, but the letter inside offered a job as a nanny for their eight-year-old son, Lucas. It felt like a miracle.\n</p><p>***\n</p><p>When I arrived at the Harrison estate, its grandeur was overwhelming\u2014perfect gardens, towering doors, everything so pristine it felt unreal.\n</p><p>\u201cYou must be Sarah,\u201d a sharp voice broke my thoughts.\n</p><p>I turned to see a stunning woman descending the steps.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m Veronica,\u201d she said curtly. \u201cCome in.\u201d\n</p><p>The house\u2019s gleaming marble floors and sparkling chandeliers gave it the feel of a museum rather than a home.\n</p><p>\u201cThis way,\u201d Veronica said briskly.\n</p><p>Lucas, my charge, stood by the staircase, clutching a book.\n</p><p>\u201cHi,\u201d he mumbled, barely glancing up when prompted.\n</p><p>\u201cLucas isn\u2019t much for talking,\u201d Veronica said, brushing him off.\n</p><p>She continued outlining the rules.\n</p><p>\u201cAnd one more thing,\u201d she said, stopping abruptly. \u201cThe third floor is off-limits. That\u2019s where the grandmother lives. She values her privacy.\u201d\n</p><h3>I nodded, but her tone made me uneasy.\n</h3><p>At dinner, I met Richard, Lucas\u2019s father, a kind-eyed man who looked older than his years.\n</p><p>\u201cLucas has mentioned you,\u201d he said warmly.\n</p><p>\u201cHas he?\u201d I asked, glancing at Lucas as he pushed broccoli around his plate.\n</p><p>\u201cHe\u2019s observant,\u201d Richard said with a small smile.\n</p><p>Then there was Oliver, Richard\u2019s eldest son, \u201cjust visiting for a while.\u201d\n</p><p>That night, as I settled into my room, I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that the house held secrets that were tied to the forbidden third floor.<br>\n<img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-111762 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/49effdb31d02fa070b74b4d6baf2c87d5cc5068457c0d7543c8b8884645b8817.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/49effdb31d02fa070b74b4d6baf2c87d5cc5068457c0d7543c8b8884645b8817.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>***\n</p><p>While tidying Lucas\u2019s room one afternoon, I stumbled upon a dusty old photo album tucked away at the back of his closet. Its leather cover was cracked and worn as if it had been forgotten for years.\n</p><p>My curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully opened it, flipping through the pages.\n</p><p>The photographs were full of happy moments: Richard as a young man, his arm around a lovely woman who must be his first wife. Beside them was little Oliver grinning at the camera.\n</p><p>My lips curved into a small smile, but as I turned the next page, my heart stopped.\n</p><p>This is\u2026 my mother!\n</p><p>There she was, smiling brightly, standing beside Richard, holding baby Oliver in her arms.\n</p><p>What is she doing in these photos?\n</p><p>I remembered how she had once mentioned working as a nanny for a wealthy family, but she had never given me any details.\n</p><h3>Why? Why did she leave? Why didn\u2019t she tell me?\n</h3><p>I stared at the photo, unable to look away.\n</p><p>That evening, I wandered the hallways of the Harrison house, thinking. As I passed the living room, sharp voices caught my attention. I slowed my steps, careful not to make a sound.\n</p><p>\u201cYour mother keeps bringing up Kristy and her child,\u201d Veronica hissed, her tone edged with frustration. \u201cI\u2019m sick of hearing about it. How much longer are you going to let her go on with these stories? Kristy existed, didn\u2019t she?\u201d\n</p><p>Richard\u2019s voice was heavy. \u201cShe\u2019s old, Veronica. She doesn\u2019t know what she\u2019s saying half the time. Kristy was just a nanny for Oliver. My mother is mixing up memories with things that never happened.\u201d\n</p><p>I froze, gripping the banister. Kristy. That was my mother\u2019s name. They were talking about her.\n</p><p>My breath caught as realization hit. The grandmother knew something about my mother and this family.\n</p><p>Is she trying to tell them something important?\n</p><p>I needed answers. And I knew exactly where to start: the third floor.\n</p><p>***\n</p><h3>The next evening, I waited for my chance. Richard and Veronica left for a charity event, and Oliver was buried in a book in the study. I tucked Lucas into bed, leaving the baby monitor on the nightstand, and quietly made my way to the third floor.\n</h3><p>My heart thudded in my chest as I reached the locked door to the grandmother\u2019s room. I\u2019d noticed earlier that the kitchen keyring held a small, unmarked key. Slipping back downstairs, I retrieved it, hoping it would fit. When I returned, I slid the key into the lock. It turned with a soft click.\n</p><p>The room was dim, lit only by a lamp on a small table. The scent of lavender lingered in the air. An ornate rug lay beneath a chair where the grandmother sat by the window, a photograph trembling in her wrinkled hands. She didn\u2019t look up until I stepped inside.\n</p><p>Her gaze landed on me, and her eyes filled with tears.\n</p><p>\u201cYou must be Sarah. You look so much like Kristy.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cYou\u2026 you knew my mother?\u201d I stammered, stepping closer.\n</p><p>She nodded, motioning for me to sit on the chair across from her.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019ve been waiting for this moment,\u201d she said, clutching the photo tightly. \u201cYour mother worked here many years ago. She was Oliver\u2019s nanny, but she was much more than that. She was everything to Richard.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-111761 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/731d838c659cab8eaf00d29d42fade4736b4052fd592c97937996dcc90cbb8a6.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/731d838c659cab8eaf00d29d42fade4736b4052fd592c97937996dcc90cbb8a6.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it was filled with emotion.\n</p><p>\u201cYour mother and Richard fell in love. It was a big secret. They had to hide it. Richard was already married, and my husband, your grandfather, demanded they keep up appearances for the family\u2019s reputation. When Kristy found out she was pregnant with you, she left. She didn\u2019t want to destroy the family. We\u2019d been mailing for years. That\u2019s why I have your photos.\u201d\n</p><p>The room spun around me. I shook my head, trying to process her words.\n</p><p>\u201cIs Richard my father?\u201d\n</p><p>Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.\n</p><p>\u201cYes, my dear. You are his daughter. I\u2019ve tried to tell him, but he won\u2019t listen. He thinks I\u2019m just a senile old woman.\u201d\n</p><p>Her voice cracked. \u201cAnd Veronica, his new wife\u2026 She\u2019s kept me isolated, trying to silence me.\u201d\n</p><p>I couldn\u2019t speak. The weight of her words crushed me. She reached for my hand.\n</p><p>\u201cThat was my invitation in your mail. You have your mother\u2019s spirit. And I want you to be part of our family. Sooner or later.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cNo one will believe me,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cThey\u2019ll think I\u2019m here to take something or cause trouble.\u201d\n</p><h3>The grandmother\u2019s expression softened.\n</h3><p>\u201cIn time, they will. Your mother, Kristy, was the only one who truly loved Richard for who he was, not for what he had. He knew it then, and he\u2019ll feel it now. He will accept you because you\u2019re part of her\u2014the woman he truly loved.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI should go,\u201d I said, hearing faint rustling through the baby monitor in my pocket. \u201cLucas needs me.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cGo on, dear. We\u2019ll talk again when the time is right.\u201d\n</p><p>I slipped out, locking the door behind me. The hallway felt heavy as I descended the stairs, thoughts racing.\n</p><p>Reaching Lucas\u2019s room, I found him sound asleep, his small hand clutching his blanket. I exhaled in relief.\n</p><p>But, at that moment, I didn\u2019t notice the faint sound of a door closing in my room.\n</p><p>***\n</p><p>When I entered my room, my breath caught! Oliver was sitting on the edge of my bed.\n</p><p>\u201cYou spoke to her, didn\u2019t you?\u201d he asked.\n</p><p>I nodded, unsure of how much to admit. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to, but\u2026\u201d\n</p><p>He raised a hand, stopping me.\n</p><p>\u201cIt\u2019s fine. I overheard everything.\u201d His face softened, the guarded expression fading. \u201cI always knew something didn\u2019t add up about that time. Now it makes sense.\u201d\n</p><p>His understanding gave me courage, and we made a plan together. That evening, Oliver convinced Richard to call a family dinner. Even Veronica, though suspicious, had no idea what was coming.\n</p><p>As everyone gathered, including the grandmother, my heart pounded. Taking a deep breath, I stood up.\n</p><p>\u201cI have something to say. I didn\u2019t come here with a plan to disrupt your family, but now that I know the truth, I can\u2019t keep quiet.\u201d\n</p><p>All eyes were on me as I told my story: how my mother had worked here, how she\u2019d loved Richard, and the secret she carried when she left.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m not here to take anything from you,\u201d I added, looking directly at Richard. \u201cBut your mother deserves more respect than she\u2019s been given. She\u2019s far more capable than you think.\u201d\n</p><p>Veronica\u2019s face reddened, but before she could speak, Richard raised a hand.\n</p><p>\u201cEnough,\u201d he said firmly.\n</p><p>The room fell into a heavy silence. Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking the quiet.\n</p><p>\u201cI think it\u2019s better if I leave. I didn\u2019t come here to stay, and now you finally have a chance to make things right as a family.\u201d\n</p><p>My gaze moved from Richard to the grandmother, and then to Oliver. \u201cThis is your time to fix what\u2019s broken.\u201d\n</p><p>Richard\u2019s lips parted as if to object, but he said nothing. He only nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly.\n</p><p>***\n</p><p>The next morning, I packed my bags. At the door, Oliver handed me an envelope with a salary. \u201cYou\u2019ll always have a brother in me. Don\u2019t be a stranger.\u201d\n</p><p>A month later, I was invited back for my grandmother\u2019s birthday. Lucas and Oliver welcomed me warmly, and Richard approached.\n</p><p>\u201cI ended things with Veronica. I want to make up for lost time.\u201d\n</p><p>I stayed, and slowly, we became what we were meant to be. Grandmother laughed with Lucas in the garden, Oliver and I raced through morning runs, and my father and I biked along sunlit paths, sharing stories of my mother.\n</p><p>Together, we began to heal. At last, I had a family.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>I Was Told to Stay Away from the Old Lady on the Third Floor Until I Discovered She Knew a Secret About My Past \u2014 Story of the Day When I took a nanny job at the Harrison estate, I thought it was my chance to start over. 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