Nigtmare on Elm Street

This is, ahem, a purely fictional horror story....  (The names are fictional, anyway.  The story might or might not have happened.)

CHAPTER ONE

Bryan and his wife, Bonnie, along with their children, Haley, Audrey, and Jake, were selling their home. Their house had served them well for the seven years that they lived there.  The neighborhood was quaint, their neighbors were wonderful, and overall they were pleased.  However, their children were now getting older, and the living spaces were becoming tight.  They hoped to move into a roomier home that would suit them better.

After much searching, they were thrilled when they found a new house in a nearby neighborhood.  The house looked like it would be a good fit for their family, and was located on Elm Street.

Bryan was working, so Bonnie, her realtor, Courtney, and the kids went to see the new home.  Now Courtney had a hard time getting a showing of the home because the seller was not accomodating.  See, the seller supposedly wanted to sell her home, but hardly allowed any showings.  (How do you sell a home if you don't show it?)  When Courtney pulled up the history on the home, she realized that the seller and her realtor had listed and re-listed the house multiple times.  In addition, the seller's realtor told Courtney that the seller is a "nut case" and she about had it with her.  Something seemed fishy, but nevertheless Bryan and Bonnie wanted to take a look.  After all, there was a shortage in the area of 50,000 homes, so homes were hard to come by.  Buyers were having to act quickly on what became available.  The three houses that Bonnie had looked at prior to this house on Elm Street were terrible, so she was willing to take a chance at looking at it.

Once Bonnie and Courtney arrived to view the home, the seller's realtor texted Courtney to tell her that only one person was allowed to view the house at a time.  Absolutely no children were allowed in the house.  Also, anyone going upstairs must remove her shoes to walk on the carpet.  Bonnie also learned that previously one of the rooms was locked and not viewable.  What had been in there, she wondered.  A dead body?...  She didn't give much thought after her initial wonderment, though, because the room was now unlocked, and the room seemed plain and ordinary.

In spite of the odd demands by the seller, Bonnie fell in love with the home.  It was an older home, but it had a lot of charm.  It was a two story home with a lot more space than the current house in which they resided, and the backyard was an oasis!  The backyard was large, with lush greenery, a sparkling pool, serene water fountains, and abundant seating.  Flanking the pool was an outdoor kitchen and bar.  The bar area had a relaxing tropical feeling.  A palapa canopied the bar, and stools faced the TV and kitchenette.  Bonnie imagined herself poolside, entertaining guests, while Bryan lived out his cocktail dreams of serving mixed drinks, grilling steaks, and catching the football game on TV.  Bonnie envisioned her children laughing and splashing in the pool while she sunbathed.  She also loved the French doors that opened onto the pool area's covered patio from the breakfast room, and pictured herself enjoying her early morning cup of coffee.  The house was incredible, and she could not wait to show Bryan.

Bryan and Bonnie scheduled another showing of the house that evening.  Again, they met resistance from the seller.  She was not happy that she had to show her house again.  Bryan and Bobbie really thought this to be odd.  Most sellers are very accommodating.  After some coaxing, the seller reluctantly agreed.  Bryan immediately fell in love with the house as well, and they put in an offer.

The seller, however, was not going to be put out by the timing of the offer since she was entertaining guests the following day, a holiday.  The offer would have to wait until later.

.....to be continued