Why hadn’t Mike asked the realtor, Elaine, to do it? He stood in the room and felt his heart hammering in his chest. She would have opened it. He kicked himself. She was new here, pretty and eager. Definitely. Elaine would’ve done anything to sell it.
Lightheaded, Mike needed to sit down. Did he hear a noise? In his mind, he imagined turning and running. With iron self-control, he refused to give in, keeping the screams bottled up.
The closet doors taunted. Everyone knew where they kept the bodies.
Fatefully, the price of the haunted house had lured him in.
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