[ WP ] You are a realtor tasked with selling an obviously haunted house .

I pinch the bridge of my nose and look down at the listing again. I have been trying to sell the Bluhm house for the last year and a half. It ’ s a beautiful home and listed at an amazing price. In fact, the sellers have pretty much indicated that they will take any offer. 
 
 
 The problem is that the Bluhm house is incredibly haunted. I don ’ t know if someone keeps lists, but the Bluhm house would have to be in the top ten most haunted houses in the world. The worst part is that the Bluhms are curious and definitely not shy. 
 
 
 That is why I thought the goth chick would buy the house. After standard sales techniques didn ’ t work, I started checking out message boards for people interested in hauntings and serial killers. That ’ s where I met Lydia. Lydia seemed like a good prospect. She claimed to be a medium that enjoyed speaking to spirits, so I hoped the house would work out for her. 
 
 
 We got to the house around noon. I preferred to come during the day, because old man Bluhm ’ s ghost seemed to stay away during the brightest part of the day. I figured I would ease her into the house by meeting the less scary Bluhms. I opened the door and stepped inside. Lydia followed me looking unimpressed. I don ’ t think she believed me about the haunting. 
 
 
 First, the tea kettle in the kitchen started to whistle. Lydia looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged and smiled at her. Then, the clomping sounds started down the stairs. I always assumed the sound was the two twins running down the stairs to see who was here. 
 
 
 I looked back over at Lydia. She looked confused. That isn ’ t good. That is the look most people have before they ask to leave. I tried to smile at her reassuringly. I gestured for her to step inside. She swallowed and stepped past me. 
 
 
 Next, I heard the rocker stop. We looked across the large living room and saw frost forming on those gorgeous hardwood floors. It began to move across the room towards us, and I heard Lydia gasp. The finger of frost slithered quickly across the floor, and then the ephemeral smiling form of grandma Bluhm appeared before Lydia. The old ghost held her arms out for a hug and Lydia screamed. I gritted my teeth. 
 
 
 The next thing I knew, I was standing alone in the entranceway yet again. Grandma Bluhm looked at me sadly and I shook my head. I listened to the sound of Lydia ’ s combat boots on the sidewalk, and the jingle of her over-sized crucifixes as she booked it. 
 
 
 I guess I am going to have to figure out another way to find a buyer for this lovely haunted mansion. Maybe someone who wants to join a pre-existing family? 

