Tuesday, April 1, 2025

House

 

She’d spent hundreds of hours inside the grand old house as a child, and now it was for sale.  She asked the realtor why it’d been on the market almost yearly since the owner died and the realtor laughed nervously and said everyone who tried to live there swore it was haunted.

“I’ll take it” she told the realtor, before even walking through it.

The realtor asked if she was sure, and she smiled and said, “Yes. It’s OK. I know the ghost.”

Slowly, the house was restored to its original façade and décor.

And they lived happily ever after.

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