“I'm looking for a house.” a woman
said, pushing open the office door as the bell rang, alerting
employees the door had opened. She walked over to the desk with her
head in the air, her brunette curly hair bouncing with every step as
if it wanted desperately to escape from it's pulled back state. Her
sharp, loud steps abruptly stopped and she stood in front of the
man's desk, glaring over it unimpressed almost like it was unworthy
of her presence.
“Can I help you?” the man said,
ignorant of her pride. She may have been a woman, but he was a man,
obviously the better of the two as he thought.
“I'd like to see houses in this
area.”
“You're new here, I'm guessing.”
“Why else would I want to be buying a
house?” he sighed.
“And is your husband coming?”
“I don't have one, I didn't think it
was a requirement to live here.”
“Very well. And your name?”
“Alice Ivring.” she stated,
examining her fingernails, not painted and manicured like most women
but bitten and worn on her callused hands. She diddn't have time or a
need for petty superficial societal norms expected of her, why should
she stoop so low as the rest of the world? Don't get me wrong, she
wasn't stuck up,she was just assertive, trying to earn respect in a
world dominated against her.
“Aha. Here we are.” the man pulled
out a worn grey file and started to fill in blanks on a yellowed
piece of paper.
“What range are you thinking will be
affordable? He said, looking up with his dull brown eyes, he looked
older than he should of at his age, but the stress of his multiple
jobs was getting to him.
“Well, I was thinking ideally
something around... Oh, 500,000?” the man cleared his throat
“Did you say '500,000'?”
“Yes. And I can afford it with much
more money to spare. Go on with your job.”
“Okay.” he returned to the files,
flipping through them, and pulled out a dull green one.
“Here we are.” he spread out
fliers, all with large houses. Nice, but all seemed to lack
character. She looked through them all for about 2 minuets and asked
“Well, these won't do, but I saw one on the way here that looked
interesting. On _ road, I believe. Do you have a file on that one?”
“Oh...” the man's voice trailed
off.
“Is there a problem?” she asked,
“I'm sure I saw a sign on it saying it was for sale-”
“No, it's not that, but I don't think
you would want to- well, what are you looking for in a house?” he
changed the subject smiling, ignorant of what she wanted.
“That house, what's wrong with it?”
he sighed.
“That house hasn't been lived in for
over twenty years.”
“Why?” She leaned in, waiting for a
story, and there was one.
“The locals say it's... cursed” he
said dramatically, causing Alice to laugh.
“You think you can scare me with a
little old wives tale? Seriously, what's wrong with it?”
“It's true- maybe- nobody who's ever
moved in has ever lived long enough to move out...”
“Coincidence, I'm sure-”
“This house has been around for over
150 years, and inhabited for the majority of the time. Trust me, even
the most adventurous in this town won't even step foot within 20
yards of it. That's why it's always the newcommers, and trust me, you
don't want to move there. Now, what would you really like?” he
warned, a warning that did not even phase her.
“That house. It sounds great, I'll be
the one to move there.”
“But- you don't understand-”
“Yeah, yeah, it's a curse, but
listen: I don't belive in curses.” she leaned in, grinning.
“Nobody has survived from the house-
they all lived alone, and all the deaths were very tragic. Ask
around, It's serious, please, choose another house I can sell in good
concience. Please.”
“Thanks but no thanks,” she turned
towards the door, “I will find someone to sell me that house, it
dosn't have to be you.” she walked to the door, touched the
handle-
“Wait!” said the man, he would
never lose a coustomer, even over something that terrible. She
smiled and turned around.
“Yes?”
“I can sell you the house. You have
been warned, but like others you are persistant. I can show you
around the house on Wednesday.”
“Sounds good! And Goodbye,” she
said opening the door, “Have a fun time with your curse!”
“I hope you do, too.” he looked
down to his desk, putting back the fliers. Even though he did his
job, he felt guilty. He may had just condemmed an innocent woman to a
tragic death.
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