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The fan at night (½)
"Welcome to your new Home!" the Realtor said.
I don't really remember his name, but I remember the date perfectly.
September 11
"You are really lucky" he said. That smug grin on his face was almost suspicious. "This was a total steal, you wouldn't get a better price in the entire town!"
There was some truth to this. I got this apartment for very cheap. Although I am aware that the reasons for inexpensive homes usually begin with a macabre story, and as rumors go, this exactly IS it, but I was never one to believe in such urban legends. The realtor himself seems satisfied in not telling me anything regarding its past.
"So are we done here?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Well, then, great! Give me a call if you need anything!".
And out he went. The happiest moment since I got here, honestly. I thought to myself. You see, I am an introvert and I detest chatty people who are needlessly on to go about rambling about how great the world is. Part of my hope in living here comes from the fact that it will deter visitors. And I'm banking on it.
I don't have family per say. Atleast none who matters. My parents died in a car crash two years ago. Ever since, I have stopped taking calls and have been focused solely on work. My only living passion, would be engineering. That is, until I...
I don't really remember his name, but I remember the date perfectly.
September 11
"You are really lucky" he said. That smug grin on his face was almost suspicious. "This was a total steal, you wouldn't get a better price in the entire town!"
There was some truth to this. I got this apartment for very cheap. Although I am aware that the reasons for inexpensive homes usually begin with a macabre story, and as rumors go, this exactly IS it, but I was never one to believe in such urban legends. The realtor himself seems satisfied in not telling me anything regarding its past.
"So are we done here?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Well, then, great! Give me a call if you need anything!".
And out he went. The happiest moment since I got here, honestly. I thought to myself. You see, I am an introvert and I detest chatty people who are needlessly on to go about rambling about how great the world is. Part of my hope in living here comes from the fact that it will deter visitors. And I'm banking on it.
I don't have family per say. Atleast none who matters. My parents died in a car crash two years ago. Ever since, I have stopped taking calls and have been focused solely on work. My only living passion, would be engineering. That is, until I...
