One more house to show and then I can go home. I can't say today was a bad day, but it seemed to be getting longer and longer as it went along. November 5th, my 30th birthday and I was riding down a suburban American back road in the snow, eating cheese crackers, and heading to a house I had been trying to sell for months. Everyone said it seemed like a great starter home, it just wasn't what they were looking for at the time. Truth was, it needed a lot of work and no one wanted to take the time or money to fix it up.
As I pulled into the driveway I noticed that I was the first car there. Actually, since it hadn't snowed in a week and there was no tire marks tell me it had been a while since anyone was here. I sat there a minute wondering if Mrs. Matthews was going to show, the call I received was vague to say the least. Sandra, my secretary, had called me earlier today and said that Mrs. Matthews was very interested in the house. That she wanted to meet me at the house at 4:30 this afternoon. I really didn't want to do another house today, but I wanted to really be rid of this house.
Doubt started to cloud my mind as I saw it was 4:53 by the clock on the dashboard. I really couldn't understand why anyone would pass up this house. The neighborhood was quiet and secluded, and it was located near everything you needed. Heck even the misses loved this house, but I was new to the real estate game and could barely afford the apartment we lived in, let alone a house payment.
Just then, I saw a curtain move inside the living room and got out to investigate. Slowly walking through the snow so I wouldn't get snow in my shoes I made it to the steps. The door was still locked, so I had to get out my key and carefully opened the door. At first I didn't see anything and continued to open the door. The first thing to hit me was the heat pouring out the door onto my face; the electricity wasn't on so the house should be cold. As I opened the door fully and could see into the living room and down the hall to the family room, I saw that the fireplace in the family room was roaring with life. Great, all I need is squatters in this house; they probably broke a window getting in too damn it.
"Hey, I don't know who you are, but if you leave now I won't call the police!"
I closed the door and headed down the hallway, as I got closer to the family room I noticed a shag rug had been spread out on the floor close to the fireplace. Well, if it is squatters they know how to live it up. Just then I more sensed then heard a movement behind me and I turned around quickly, but not quick enough. I was knocked down onto the soft shag rug, and immediately began to wrestle my way up without any effect. That's when I realized the person on top of me wasn't alone. My hands were suddenly brought up above my head and tied together. The person on top of me then lifted and at that moment I realized who she was. She was Candy Matthews, my wife's best friend, it all started to fit together.
"Candy, what are you doing, why did you set this up?" I said starting to babble. She just put her finger to my lips and said,"Shhh."
With that she stood up and that's when I saw the other person. I didn't know who she was, but she was every bit as beautiful as Candy.
