“Hi,” greeted the realtor as she welcomed her. Emily jolted out of her imagination. She slightly adjusted her disheveled raven black fringe from her frazzled eyes. 

“You must be Mrs. Frenzia?” asked the realtor while she profusely apologized for her sudden appearance.

“It’s alright. I was lost in a memory or a dream. I’m not quite sure,” replied Emily. 

“Or maybe a haunted soul,” joked the realtor. 

Emily’s smile fell from her face and she stared at the realtor with much suspicion.

“Come, let me show you, the beautiful property,” said the realtor, as she tried to lighten the mood.

Emily, silently nodded in agreement and entered. One foot into the house and a cold entity had wrapped itself around Emily’s skinny body. The hair on her arms grew on edge, as if something terrible and frightening was awaiting her arrival. The floors creaked as though the house possessed some deep dark hidden secret. Imprints of past footsteps imprinted into the ancient and dusty Persian carpets. Ghost tales and skeletons were buried and never brought to light within the creaks of the wooden walls. Emily lingered her fingers across the half torn, ancient wallpaper as she scanned through each room carefully. The walls smelt of history, history meant antiquity and long ago tales from the past. 

“It’s been unoccupied since the untimely death of your relative,” noted the realtor. 

“It’s much more beautiful then I remember,” gushed Emily.

“It’s a given. It comes with much hidden history. You would know,” said the realtor, whilst clearing her throat.

Emily didn’t care much for the spooky interior, she believed there was untouched beauty within it. A new start and a link back to her past was needed and this house was the answer to all of it.

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