Betty arrived at the address. The house looked shabby. For some reason, it had survived as the area had developed, stubbornly clinging on like the weeds that choked the garden. The windows were dark and wreathed in shadow giving the whole house the look of some industrial creature's long emptied skull. She walked around the outside of the house. The 'front' door was actually located around the side of the house. The key was a bit stiff and required some forcing, but eventually it turned. She turned the handle and pushed it open.
It opened into a long corridor with several doors on both sides. Down the far end, almost hid in the shadows she could tell there were a pair of staircases, one going up and one down. She picked the door immediately on her right. It opened up into a still furnished living room. Looking around she could see most of the furnature while covered in a thin layer of dust looked fairly new. Evidently the last occupants had been deeply religious. The walls of the sitting room were positively bedecked in pictures of Jesus, crucifixes and other churchy paraphanalia. One wall was open plan and let into the dining room where a silver soup tureen still held the last rotting reminants of a meal. Clearly her client wasn't making too much of an effort to sell this place. Just then she heard the sound of someone entering the house and not being very quiet about it either.
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