Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Diary Pages: J. L. “Barney” Been, Property Agent

August 6th 2017 in Microfiction

I’m on it.
If I can sell that piece of crap on Haunted Hill, the ugly squat in Amityville, barren lots in Cuesta Verde, and that bullshit murder house in Japan, I’ll get this done.
“Historic British manor home (recently released from escrow) needs TLC to restore to original splendor; details must be seen to be believed; minimal upkeep on grounds; solitude and tranquility on massive acreage; near several picturesque towns; good bones. Serious inquiries only, please; reference Allerdale Hall.” 

I’m going to make a fortune on Crimson Peak.

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