The Woman And Her House.

It was a cold gloomy day, I was climbing up the mountainous hills when I reached the house I was going to see. I cautiously crept up the small, cracked steps towards the door and banged the ancient knocker against the door. The door creaked open, all around me there were boxes and more boxes and suitcases everywhere I looked. But, there in the middle of the room was a woman sitting on the biggest suitcase of all. She was very pale all over and looked like she was sleepless. She looked very ill so I asked her what was wrong. Se replied in a croaky voice. She told me the house was trying to get her out. It swung doors open to hit her, turned the fire on on a boiling hot day and worst of all made things dance in the middle of the night. Obviously I left the house, creeped out with the things she told me. Later that day the estate agent called and asked me how the house was. I told him about the woman and the house trying to get rid of her. There was a long pause. The agent said the owner of the house had died two months ago under strange circumstances. I hung up.