“Some people swore that the house was hunted,” said the older gentleman in a gray sports jacket, navy slacks, and white buttoned collar shirt.
“Is that something a realtor should say?” asked Kenneth Bond. Kenneth, or Ken, was in his early thirties whom just received a better position at Oklahoma State University in the Philosophy department; better compared to his three-year old position at Ohio State University Stillwater , Oklahoma
“Y’all don’t believe in ghost stories now do ya? She’s a beaut, ol’ German style, stones, ‘stead of bricks, two story, and a basement, which’s an oddity round here. And look at this yeard, since she’s located on the corner, set back’a ways mind you, givin’ a humongous green tree infested pasture.”
“Tree infested?” asked Felicia, “Are the trees infested?”
“No, deary, the yeard’s infested with trees, get it?” laughed in reply the peculiar man.
The couple looked at each other bewildered; Ken broke the tension by mouthing “Yeard?” Felicia tried to hold her giggle in while lightly slapping her husband’s shoulder.
With a barely straight face, Ken asked “Why has this beauty not been selling and why’s price as low as it is? Are there any issues that we need to know about?”
“Now who’s been tellin’ y’all these stories?” asked the realtor.
“Google. Might need to check that out” replied Ken. Felicia now really was trying to hold her laughing.
“Well it’s t’ue that she ain’t been sellin’ but only because the folk round here do believe in ghost stories. But ol’ Jack knows yo people’re nice smart. I can see that clear. What parts y’all from anyways? Meant to ask earlier.”
“Columb…” “California
“Hmmm, Califoniya folk, that’s fine, real fine. So, y’all want to look in?”
“Yes, but real quick, why is the yard not kept up?” asked Ken emphasizing “yard.”
“Oh that’s just a dispute we havin’ with the grounds-folk, they want extra just cause this past month rained and hailed and they sayin’…”
“Sorry” interrupted Felicia, “Could you show us the inside. We’re looking at other houses, right? And we’re only here ‘till tomorrow morning and we have other business to do.”
Jack was stunned for a second due to the bluntness that he was not use to, but then said, “Sure deary! I’ll just go get the keys in my car.”
“What do you think?” Felicia asking her husband.
Not surprising to Felicia Ken responded “I actually like it. It is beautiful, large, both the house and the yard, close to campus…”
“But its expensive and…”
“It’s a descent price considering, and as for the peculiarness of that ol’ man and this place, well, it’s simple folk lore, that’s all we’re dealing with.”
“Got ‘em!” shouted Jack, as he speed-walking towards the couple. “Here we go.” And off he went passing the Bond’s towards the front door. Jack unlocked the door, with Ken and Felicia following, and opened the door. The Bond’s were gestured in by Jack’s hand; they stepped inside and witnessed an eerie translucent old woman dusting the hallway desk. As the couple turned sharply out the door they noticed Jack was also translucent saying “Don’t y’all want to see the house?”
Nothing was ever the same after that.[This was my first scary story, not sure why I did a scary story for a contest, but it just came out, maybe the ending made me think of a a scary story. Tell me what you think of it, please.]
