The Viewing
Marcy stood at the front of the murder house, anxiously awaiting her potential clients. The man on the phone had said we so she expected he would be arriving with his wife, possibly children. She felt a prick of doubt and anxiety at the thought of another family falling victim to the horrors of this house. But she pushed those thoughts down immediately, over the years she had grown to know that these events were more than simple coincidences, she wasn't quite sure how or what logic she used to justified her relentless attempts at selling it, even after every bloody, brutal event. Perhaps the house had taken hold of her in a way she hadn't realized—perhaps she was doing its bidding by bringing it sacrifices—she shuddered at the thought. It always scared her the most when her mind went to such dark places, especially given that she only thought so darkly when she was near this godforsaken place. She looked back at it; disdain and an underlying fear coloring her expression.
Suddenly she was jilted from her thoughts by the loud rumble of an engine approaching. She sighed and rolled her eyes, what hoodlums were making their ways through this neighborhood at this hour. She clutched her purse firmly to her side, feeling reassured by the presence of her automatic.
The rumble only grew louder, and soon, Marcy could spot the source of the offending sound making its way down the street. She glared at vehicle as it approached but was overcome but a foreboding as she realized it was slowing down.
When the car came to a stop directly in front of her, she felt all hope was lost. She should have known, it was probably another bunch of pranksters, out looking for ghosts or whatnot.
She could feel her anger building up as the doors swung open on both sides.
However, her anger simmered when she saw the two faces of occupants of the vehicle.
One of them was shorter with short light hair and dazzling green eyes. His companion was taller with more hair, somewhat awkward but nevertheless handsome.
Marcy felt her breath escape her lungs in a rush, "Well," she breathed out huskily, "you have to be the most attractive gay couple I have ever seen." She said laughing.
The face of the shorter one dropped suddenly, and he shuffled uncomfortably. His partner seemed less uncomfortable and more amused, furrowing his eyebrows to hide his smile.
"Have I said something wrong?' She asked innocently, you never could tell with these people, they were always so easily offended.
The taller one spoke up, "actually ma'am, we aren't a couple" He extended a hand "I'm Jordan Scott, this is my associate Alex Hunt," We're here as purchasers* in place of our client who's looking to buy a house. He's what you might call well known, so he's hired us to do most of the ground work."
Marcy eyed them suspiciously, they seemed clean enough, the tall one wore a sports jacket with jeans, and his partner wore a leather jacket, "you don't look like typical purchasers," she said continuing to eye them.
The shorter one spoke this time flashing her a brilliant smile, "well ma'am, I can assure you that we have all the appropriate documentation if you should be interested." His voice was low and husky which Marcy found oddly pleasing.
"Hm," she stated feigning disinterest. "Very well then, follow me." She turned and sashayed towards the house. The boys followed close behind looking around the property.
She stopped at the door and turned to them again, "I'm assuming you're well aware of the reputation this house holds," she stated, her hand resting on the door handle.
The boys both seemingly distracted snapped their attentions to her.
"Uh-yeah! Of course," Jordan began, "our uh-client, is a bit of an enthusiast about this stuff you know." They both smiled politely at her.
She narrowed her eyes at them, still suspicious but opened the door regardless. She wasn't entirely sure what their purpose was, but they certainly weren't interested in buying. That much she could tell. She clutched her purse tighter, keeping her protection close.
"Well," she stated, as they entered the main foyer, "we'll begin here." She turned on the spot her eyes going over the all too familiar wood walls and tiffany chandeliers. "This house, as you're probably well aware, has quite the history—most of it unfortunate," she snorted.
Somehow it felt freeing not having to pretend this house wasn't a horror show. Even though she knew she wouldn't be selling it, she felt free leaving all the bullshit and pretenses at the front door.
She looked at the boys, both spaced out across the room, and yet again distracted and looking around very attentively.
"Well, you seem to be doing well on your own," she stated bluntly, "shall I just leave and come back later?"
The boys turned to her again, and then to each other, "I'm not actually serious." She stated.
The tall one furrowed his eyebrows, "Marcy," he began, walking up to her, "can you tell us if there's anyone currently, seriously interested in this house?"
She had to hold back a rough laugh, "Ahem," she said clearing a throat, "Well, there have been viewings, it is a very beautiful property at a fantastic price. You should be aware in your position that houses like these don't stay too long on the property." She adjusted her hair trying to keep her cool composure.
Jordan and Alex both looked at each other, they tried o keep their faces blank but she could sense and that they were unsettled.
"Well would you like to look at the rest of the house?" She asked motioning to the stairs.
"Can you tell us what happened to the last family that lived here?" Alex asked suddenly.
Marcy sighed exasperated, whatever games these boys were playing she was growing tired of it. "They left." She stated.
The boys stared at her, both furrowing their eyebrows. "You mean they aren't dead?"
Marcy glared at Jordan, "no." She stated, her tone colder. "Now are you boys actually interested in this house or are you here to waste my time?"
Jordan shuffled uncomfortably, sensing the irritation in her voice, "we're very sorry to be bogging you down with these mundane questions," he stated his voice calm and apologetic, his partner stepped up. "Our client, is somewhat obsessed, and wanted us to find out everything we could about the place, he's very enthusiastic about it. If you'd like we could put him on the phone for you." He finished flashing a cellphone. They both exchanged quick glances.
She sighed; she was getting too old for this. "The previous occupants were a family of three, a man his wife and their teenage son. They didn't last a night here; they weren't even fully dressed when they drove off in the middle of the night."
Both boys raised their eyebrows genuinely surprised. Alex glanced at his brother and then smiled crookedly at her, "you wouldn't happen to have their contact info would you?"
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable disclosing that with you."
"We understand completely," Jordan began, in his usual placating tone "however, it would make things so much easier and quicker for us-especially since you stated that there are other prospective buyers looking into the house."
Marcy sighed again. "Well technically their names are still on the paperwork. They simply expressed that they want absolutely nothing to do with it anymore." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pen and pad. On it she scribbled the number of the homeowners.
"Stacey and Miguel Ramos." She said, handing them the paper. She didn't care about what these boys were interested in, it wouldn't be the first time she had put a family in harms way, wouldn't be the first time she had put the Ramos family in harms way.
"Now if you boys excuse me, I have other businesses to conduct." She walked back to the front door opening it. "If you—or rather your client is truly interested in buying this house, you have my number." She motioned towards the yard; the boys nodded and proceeded out the house.
(*okay, I don't actually know what the official term for people who house hunt for other people is lol, but uhm yeah. That's What Dean and Sam are pretending to be...hope you enjoyed!)