They toured the house with the real estate agent.
“We love it,” he said. “Is there anything we should know about the house’s past?” The agent looked down.
Mary Ellen met up with her two clients, Nick and Regina in front of a large three story home with a For Sale sign out front. She was excited to be showing them this house because it’s been on the market for years. It was fixed up a lot since it was put on the market, and many clients have come and went. But, she was hopeful that this couple would be the ones to finally buy it.
She showed them around the entire house, talking it up more than she ever has. Even found out their favorite food and had it baking in the oven when they arrived. The couple joined her downstairs after analyzing the rest of the house.
“Well? What do you think?” she asked with a bright smile.
“We love it!” Nick said. “But is there anything we should know about the house’s past?”
Mary Ellen’s smile faded and she looked down at the wood floor. The one question she prayed they wouldn’t ask. It may look like a gorgeous house now, but back then, terrible things happened. She couldn’t live with herself by not telling these nice people the real story behind it.
“About fifty years ago, this woman lived all by herself for most of her life. She was very anti-social but loved cats. Rumor was that she had well over a hundred of them living here. Well, the poor woman eventually died when she was in her 90’s…” she cleared her throat. “The cats were without an owner, meaning, they were without food. In order for her felines to survive they… well…”
“They ate her?!” Regina said aghast.
Mary Ellen closed her eyes and nodded her head slightly.
“Um, yeah, I think we’ll pass. Sorry,” Nick said. They couple hurried as fast as they could out of the door.
She stood there with a sunken look. “I’m never gonna sell this damn house.”