“As you’re an author and writer, I thought this would be the perfect new home for you, Mr Roberts.”
“Oh, I already love it. How old is it? Of course, I’ll need to see the inside, but I like what I already see.”
“It’s over 200 years old. The seller has instructed me to accept any offers just below the asking price. If you make an offer today, I’ll ensure it’s taken off the market.”
“Perfect. I’m going to get so much inspiration and so many new ideas for my next novel by living here.”
Twenty minutes later.
“Sign here, Mr Roberts. All being well, you’ll be in tomorrow. The current resident has already left. She was delighted when I told her you were the buyer.”
“Wonderful. I hope she’ll be happy in her new place. I can’t wait to start using that huge, dark study in the attic. I wonder how long it’ll be before I have my first visitors?”
It wasn’t long before I had my first visitors. Two days after moving in, I watched the new owners of my new home move in. A family of four; the two children under the age of six, they couldn’t see or hear me as I watched them unpack boxes.
The ‘Hauntings’ Estate agents had come up trumps in finding me my next place to haunt.
Written in response to the #writephoto challenge hosted by Sue Vincent at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.
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