Who ever or what ever lived there is now gone. It happened within an hour. A moving van pulled up and within the hour what lived there had moved out. A sign is posted, For Lease.
And what will fill the vacancy? What insanity will move in there, for surely the House is hungry. A new year to begin with new people, hopefully, moving into something they know is evil or about to find out.
And what will it bring to us and our hood? What crazy will find it a cozy place to hang their hat. The last ones were eerily silent, eating waste delivered to the door. But what will the new ones eat? That's what worries me. And what was left behind, besides box upon empty box of delivered fast food. And what sort of organism did they leave? Something that obviously survives on gunk.
With Winter still waxing, the House could very well bring unimaginable evil. Cannibalistic killing machines in human forms. Everything nice on the outside but once the House begins to influence their thoughts, once they sleep and allow the House to enter their dreams and turn them to nightmares, then they will seek victims. They will hunt out those they deem weak and desirable for their tastes.
The guy that shows the house is something else too. Reed thin wearing a cheap shiny black suit, his black hair oiled slick. The fingers of his hands are more like spears at the end of a rod, the suit riding up his arm exposing a lifeless white cuff at the wrist.
Normal people would shy away but not the ones that want to rent. Not those, no sir, they step right up and shake his hand, enter, sign and are never seen until the next tenant comes to rent. And the next.
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