John had always been fascinated by the old house he used to live in. It had been a beautiful two-story house with a large garden and a swimming pool. However, the house had sunk into the ground due to a landslide, and John had to move out. He had always wondered what had happened to the house after he left.

One day, John decided to explore the old house. It had been five years since he had last seen it, and he was curious to see how it had changed. He drove to the site and parked his car on the side of the road. He walked towards the house, and as he got closer, he could see that it was in a state of disrepair.

The garden was overgrown with weeds, and the swimming pool was filled with stagnant water. The walls of the house were cracked, and the roof had caved in. John felt a pang of sadness as he looked at the ruins of his old home.

He walked around the house, trying to remember how it had looked before. He could still see the outline of the rooms and the furniture in his mind’s eye. He walked up to the front door and pushed it open. The door creaked loudly, and John stepped inside.

The interior of the house was in a worse state than the exterior. The walls were covered in mold, and the floors were rotting. John walked through the rooms, trying to find something that would trigger a memory. He walked into what used to be his bedroom and saw that the bed was still there, covered in dust.

John sat down on the bed and closed his eyes. He tried to remember the good times he had spent in this house. He remembered the parties he had thrown, the barbecues he had hosted, and the lazy afternoons he had spent by the pool.

As he sat there, lost in thought, John realized that the memories he had of this house were more important than the house itself. He stood up, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. He knew that he would never come back to this place again, but he would always carry the memories of his old house with him.