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Sunday, January 10, 2010

first page of a story I am writing

As the wind blows across the front yard on an unseasonably cold October, this couple pulls up in front of the home that they had just bought after looking at pictures. At first they thought that it was a different house, because the pictures showed a house with a lived in look. They had been expecting to see the house as it was in the pictures even though they were rather old and beat up looking.

Instead of the house looking as it did in the pictures, it looked run down and looking as if it hadn’t been lived in, for many years. At first glance they thought that someone had played a trick on them by giving the wrong address due to the house the way it was which reminded them almost of a Halloween haunted house. As they made their way up to the front steps they noticed Three pumpkins each of a different size but in general the same shape, which was, more tall than round and arranged by height.
 
When they got to the top step the door opened and the realtor appeared that sold them the house. The realtor welcomed them and insisted that they go look around their new home and said that it would be nice to have someone living here again after all the years that it went without residents. With that the guy asked the realtor how come she never let them know the real condition of the house when they checked into it where they lived so far away.

The realtor responded by telling that there were a couple reasons as to why they were not told the truth about the condition of the house. She said that the first reason was that the last owners left it to the town when they passed on and the second reason is the land that it comes with along with the land that the town has decided to throw in as a consolation. The realtor went on to say that the town will not charge you any property tax for the first few years you live here so you can put the money toward fixing the house and provided a notarized document for them to keep.

While walking through the house that they had just bought, they were uneasy with every turn thinking the worst as they went, when it came to the looks of the house. By the time they got back to the living room where the realtor was waiting, the house didn’t seem to be as bad off as they first thought.

The realtor then told them about the land that came with the house, explaining that the original plot of land includes the house and about thirty or so acres that for a number of years served as a small farm for the community. Then she went on to explain that the town had decided to throw in the extra land which was another twenty-five acres on top of it for your trouble. They then headed out the front door following the realtor as she was trying to explain where the property lines were for their new home.

As they were walking down the steps to the sidewalk the lady asked what’s with the pumpkins on the porch making sure that they were still there as she asked. When she looked at them she noticed that two of them looked a little different than she remembered from when she first looked at them but didn’t know why. The realtor said that they are there, come the first of October every year and are gone come November, with no one in town knowing who put them there but that they are from the pumpkin patch that grows wild down by the well on the back side of your land.

The couple then looked at each other a little perplexed when her response to the question and asked if they could be shown where it was so that they new where it was and the easiest way of getting there. The realtor not seeming to hear them at first continued with what seemed to be a very well rehearsed tour of the property, with it sounding like she had given it many times before. They then asked again about the pumpkin patch and the realtor looked at them rather annoyed but agreed to show them the area of the property that the pumpkin patch was on.

The realtor said follow me and headed down what looked to be a dirt path that started by their new home that if you were not looking could have passed as a small clearing between a few trees. As they walked behind her, the couple noticed that after a few yards it seemed to open up enough for a small car or a small wagon but that it was like a wall of trees on either side of the path.

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