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The locked door Ch 2This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by JD Kelly | |
| Saturday, 24 May 2008 | |
Ch. 1
The SUV bulldozed through the thickets and fallen branches as Steven picked up the real estate ad and began to read aloud (in a sarcastic tone) to the realtor who obviously left out a few details when he wrote the piece.
“Come see this charming, original, 1928, chinked log cabin set amongst the pines on a secluded 40 acre lot of land.”
“Includes most modern amenities and many rare and antique pieces of furniture and décor.”
“Includes, separate greenhouse, and rustic barn with many workable tools and implements.”
“Ownership includes surface and mineral rights!”
For information contact Ecklin City real estate center Phone 555123-4567
This was the first connection Steven had ever had with the cabin. And upon first visit to the old abandoned domicile, he instantly fell in love with its plainness, its obscurity to the world. He knew at first glance that it would be easy to beat the realtor down on the price. The place was so overgrown with vegetation that it had literally become a part of the forest. From twenty-five yards you would never see the place unless someone was pointing it out to you. You guy’s forgot to mention that the place should be condemned in your add. Steven said snidely, acting as if he was disappointed with the condition of the place. The realtor began his ritually rehearsed lines about how the place was a fixer upper. Just the typical rhetoric realtor’s use to feed people in to a bad decision, but Steven wasn’t listening, his mind was already made.The cabin was already his and it was just a matter of signing a few contracts before it became official. Can we take a look inside, I hope it is better then this. He said pretending to be upset about the entanglement of vines hiding the columns that bared the weight of the porch over hang. There were signs of rot that he pointed out to the realtor as they made their way up the soft spongy stairs to the front porch. Steven was a master at negotiating and knew that the more faults he could find the better,besides, this realtor was a chump: probably his second or third sale and hungry to close on anything. He notice the front door standing wide open as they crossed the oak threshold into an open area where a stiff looking couch sat a few paces from a stone fireplace. Everything was dusty and old, but despite the poorcondition, the place had a bit of elegance to it. Not necessarily charming (as the add had said) but elegant. Steven began to realize that the previous ownerhad an apt sense of style (Hard and mature, but direct and flowing). There was no clutter or misappropriated décor. Everything had it’s place and fit into itwell. So where is the owner located these day’s. Steven asked disinterested in the typical ramblings of the realtor. Seems like he would take better care of this place if he wants to get the asking price.
The realtor paused for a moment then mentioned that the owner had passed away some years back. Then he corrected himself by saying many years back. This made Steven pause for a moment. This could be his ammunition he needed to widdle down the price. Just how long ago are we talking here? The realtor obviously trying to digress from the subject quickly spat out a number that sounded like 1955 as he continued to lead Steven down a hall, which contained three doors. The first of which was a small bedroom that contained a bureau, a bed and a small handmade bedside table. The next door was to the bathroom,which was surprisingly auspicious for such a cabin. There was a deepstand-alone tub with a long gooseneck faucet that complimented the sinks fixtures. Steven began to sweat, bathrooms and kitchens are main selling features for a home and he knew that with this bathroom being nearly perfect he had no case to build against it. Finally the realtor turned to the last door and shook the handle a couple of times and nervously turned away. Whoa… wait a second whats with this door? Steven exclaimed to the realtor who had already made his way back out to the living room. Steven tried the handle. Locked. Do we have the key to this?! The realtor hesitated as if he was obviously formulating a lie outside the normal realtor deceptions. He said that they lost the key a while back, but the room was just the master bedroom, basically empty. Then he quickly changed the subject to the kitchen. You know I am going to want to see what’s in here before I sign papers. Stephen yelled after the realtor who was clanking around in the kitchen. The door was tight, not a beam of light through any part of the jamb. The sound of his knuckles against the hard walnut surface barely reverberated, making his knocks sound like dead blows. He traced the rectangular panels passionately with the tips of his fingers. There was something about this door that was drawing him close. He placed the left side of his face against it. Warm. He said under his breath. What are you hiding in there? What is your secret? ... To be continued Copyright 2008 JD Kelly |
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