“You’re really selling it?” he asked the woman for the ump-teenth time.
“Of course,” she replied, smiling at him. “I have no use for a chateau like this. Though naturally I am loath to let it go…”
He looked at her for a second. She wanted him to have it; he could sense it. Millions of alarm bells were ringing in his head, but he could simply not leave without buying the villa. It was simply beautiful. Sure, it might need some reparations here or there… But all in all, he already loved it.
“After you,” she said, nodding into the dark house. Carefully, he stepped inside. Beneath his feet, the floorboards creaked, then gave away. Shocked to silence, he plunged into blackness.
Somewhere far above him, he could hear the woman’s voice.
“All’s done,” she said into her phone. “We’ve got him. There’s no way he’s getting out this time.”
© 2016
Friday Fictioneers, 29th January 2016
FELICIA HEILGENDORFF 
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