The real estate agent knocked on the polished mahogany banister of the staircase behind him. “So, other than a couple houses getting egged on Halloween—”
“So what’s the catch?” Monica asked. “Floor to ceiling windows, a chandelier in the foyer, a marble sink in all two and a half bathrooms, great neighborhood, a couple rowdy kids, but otherwise, great school—”
“It’s too good to be true,” Kenan added, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets. “This house’s been on the market for over a year. What aren’t you telling us?”
“Well . . .” He turned around and started down the stairs to the basement. “The previous owner might have been a collector of some peculiar objects . . . We recommend you don’t disturb anything.”
The couple followed hesitantly. “Please don’t let it be a dead body,” Monica sighed.
The real estate agent paused at the basement door. “Close. Very close.”
word count: 146
Written for VisDare, a weekly challenge to craft a story based on the provided photo in 150 words or less.