Freak. (For the Gemstone Writer Competition.)
Posted August 4th, 2013 by soph-soph27
Impossible Girl |
August 5th, 2013
I'm not a freak! I'm not.
The words were painted in thin, wavering lines on the whitewashed walls of the house. It wasn't so scary as it was odd. They were painted in primary colors, yellow, red, and blue and were surrounded by little handprints of the same color.
The couple stood next to the realestate agent, who gaped at the wall, and then quickly regained her composure.
"Did this previous family have any...er...children?" The woman tugged at her husband's hand, a sure let's go before something happens sign.
"Why yes! Yes, they did!" The realestate agent nodded vigorously, wincing at the squeaks in her voice.
"I see." The man turned to his wife, and nodded. "I think we've seen enough. Thank you!"
The agent smiled weakly.
"Yes! Erm...see you again?" she finished lamely, the car already kicking up dust as it sped away. A creak behind her made her jump and whip her head around, almost dropping her clipboard. "Who's there?" Nobody. You're being silly, she told her self, and promised to get the plumbing issues fixed. Five minutes later, she was gone. She wouldn't be back, later on in life- the very next day in fact- the same woman would win the lottery. Which means that she never saw the childish handprints on the white front door. Fresh paint.
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