[ 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 .

They were everything you could wish for in a potential buyer, young, dumb and very rich. He was a part of a successful startup for some nonsense I did n't quite understand. She the beautiful girl who somehow convinced herself she was an artist. They would be hanging her crappy painting along these walls shortly, I told myself confidently. 
 
 “ As you can see this is a really up and coming neighborhood ” I blabbered, gesturing to the modern looking houses surrounding this one. I held open the gate and quickly glanced down at my watch, 4:30. “ Alright everybody in ” I said hoping to keep my tone calm and reassuring while also getting them the hell inside. 
 
 “ Its beautiful ” she said “ so rustic, like it has n't been touched since it was built. When was it built again? ” 
 
 I glanced down at the clipboard I carried mostly to seem organized “ 1854 ” I answered. 
 
 “ Wow ” she gasped letting her fingers linger along the wooden banister attached to the grand staircase. “ Can you picture it, Lou ” she said grasping her genius fiances elbow. 
 
 “ Nearly. Can we see the library again? ” he asked letting his fiance bounce around him. 
 
 One more quick glance at the watch, 4:39. “ Absolutely ” I said. 
 
 Tucking the clipboard under my arm, I walked too quickly up the stairs. Adjusting my skirt and touching the clip in my hair I made a turn to the right, a turn down the small left hallway and I yanked open the double doors. The library was beautiful, a real selling point, two floors full of old archived books. A small spiral staircase led you up to the second floor where a grand view awaited you. 
 
 They stared out the window, exactly like they had the four times previous times she had brought them here. She rested her head on his shoulder, “ I could paint here, it's got great light, Lou. And we could put a desk in here so you could work. We could work together, all three of us ” she added her hand instinctively fluttering to her stomach. 
 
 I rolled my eyes and felt just for a moment guilty, but not guilty enough. I was n't sure how I was cursed with this house on my listing but I'd been trying to get rid of it for years. These two were the only ones I ’ d ever gotten this close to signing the stupid agreement. These three I corrected. Another glance down at my watch, 4:57. 
 
 “ Just one more thing that's been bugging me. Well not really bugging me, I ’ m just curious I suppose ” he said turning away from the view. “ Why is such a great place, a historical place like this so damn cheap? ” I was n't one for drama but it was such perfect timing, the sun was right over the edge, the violet of nightfall creeping through. 4:59. 
 
 “ To be honest with you ” I smiled, stepping around them to close the curtains. It grew dark inside the library, I had n't thought to turn on the lights, it was so bright in here a moment ago, no matter now anyways. “ It's a portal to hell. ” 
 
 5:00, a clock somewhere they hadn ’ t noticed before rang loudly counting the hour. The walls groaned and not like that of a house merely settling but a deep, angry groan like that of an animal ready to attack. A stench pounded up the stairs so revolting the pregnant one began to gag. The walls began to expand now like the house was breathing, the air to hot all of a sudden. The fireplace in the sitting room was sure to spitting now I thought, 5:02. In ten minutes that room would become too dangerous to even go near. The depth of the fire would grow infinite, the flames would mesmerize, you would think you could see something in there, and of course you would be right and then you would be gone. 
 
 The pregnant one ceased gagging for a moment to scream at the top of her lungs. The window with the nice view had transformed as it does every night at 5. It was now a pit of darkness so intense everything in the house leaned towards it in effort to gaze upon the blackness. I grabbed hold of the two young, blossoming couples shirts, they were new at this and sure to fall in. The soon to be husband joined in on the screaming, the pit of ever increasing darkness would do that to you. 
 
 “ Did I mention the house is sound proof. I know how important privacy can be ” I shouted over their screams, the moans of the house, and the sudden howling wind. I hoped they had heard that last part.
