[ WP ] You are a realtor showing a house to a young couple . They love the house , but you have something to disclose , and no its not a murder .

The old Victorian was an easy sell from the outside. Old with a brand new kitchen and bathroom. history and comfort, a realtor ’ s dream. As we walked up the stairs I could hear their whispers of delight over the slight creak of the wood below us. 
 
 “ The upstairs is just to die for let me tell you. Seven foot tall arched doorways, newly finished wood floors and the master bedroom has a balcony that overlooks the sculpture garden in the backyard. ” 
 
 The young couple stared at each other, jaws hanging open. They hurried to the end of the hall where the massive door to the bedroom was. They tugged at it in vain, it was locked and refused to budge. 
 
 “ Oh you will have to take my word on the view, it is simply stunning, but the last resident hasn ’ t fully relocated all of this belongings. ” 
 
 “ We just want to take a quick look though, we are n't afraid of seeing some guys dirty underwear. ” 
 
 I knew what lay behind those doors and I knew how much it terrified me. When I first saw the room a week ago it twisted my mind. To believe that a man could walk into that room every night and sleep in it, not only that but enjoy sleeping in it. It gave me the chills. But I knew I was old and set in my ways, young people these days seemed to embrace everything no matter how odd or... disturbing. Besides that view was a deal-closer. 
 
 “ It ’ s a little bit more than dirty underwear but if you guys really want to see it I don ’ t blame you. Hold on one second. ” 
 
 The key ’ s sat heavy in my pocket. I brought them out and unlocked the door, peeking inside to see that nothing had changed. It hadn ’ t. Bright pinks and blues splattered the room. Giant plush animals mounted the king sized bed and littered the rest of the room. My Little Pony posters, sheets, pillows, curtains and everything else decorated the adult males master bedroom. I swallowed hard and opened the door for the young, hopefully soon to be, home-owners. 
 
 “ Jesus christ, the guy was a brony?! You expected us to sleep here, knowing that *this* was what went down. You are a monster, even worse than this miserable asshole. ” 
 
 He grabbed his quivering wife and stormed down the stairs, outside the massive double doored entrance. With a loud thud they were gone. I stood in the bedroom stunned at the rage I just witnessed. I thought young people were supposed to be accepting. I walked over to the bed and picked up one of the life-sized plushies. I guess I need to find a buyer with a young daughter, a beautiful selling point. I started to question my disgust, what ’ s wrong with a guy being into a t.v show, who cares if it ’ s aimed at young girls. As I turned the soft toy in my hands I made a grim discovery, a lubricated hole hidden by the rainbow colored tail. So much for that plan.
