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Luxury Apartment

I wander through the days and nights with my mind set on a luxury apartment on the block, I have been saving to buy it for more than a decade because nobody can live in it.

 I don’t know if it’s haunted or someone was murdered there but something must have happened inside causing the general public to fear. They purchase it today but have to sell it the next day. I never ask a question about the behavior for this strange action.

So, I set out on a mission to answer my silent question. Midnight creeps slowly up the hill scanning the trees and the leaves and the light shines brightly through the window and I watch the wind climbs patiently up the wall.

The street was bare and empty, and the streets had lamps dim their lights and watch the crickets hibernating in the night; the dogs were sound asleep in their kennel while the foxes gallivanted in the heavens. 

Midnight mystery penetrate the street tossing my imagination into the air and the little bar at the corner were the rowdy men gather keep watch in the little town.

What are you doing on the road at that hour of the night? I and my imagination began to fight, I have NO fear, I can go anywhere, and I can fight with a gun and a Roman spear.

Just bring it on and I will toss you all over the lawn; you have created lots of damage, and I will let you pay for your hideous sins. I was there before the journey begins and you just barge in and disrupt everything. Stop jumping around me and keep your body still.

 I will have to remove you, so that my apartment dream can come through, I have waited on it for so long, I looked at it every day and I will not settle for that mediocre one. 

The apartment looks charming on the outside, but I can never guess what is happening on the inside, but whatever is there, I will repair the wear and tear; my imagination and I sign a decree and my spirit was instantly set free.

The morning peeps steadfast over the hill and I hid behind the fence to see what is transpiring; the lights never went out the window, and no one goes in and no one comes out and I kept wondering what it was all about so I kept my eyes steadfast on the window and Just as I thought of it I saw a shadow appear at the window and pull the curtain and turn off the lights.

 I shifted my eyes from the window to the door and in seconds a white woman came out with stacks of papers and place the for-sale sign outside; she has been working all night; she walked up the bar and join the men inside.

I try to figure out the whole scene and trace it from the beginning, it must have been a crime scene, and they were investigating something and for a split second I had my reservation about purchasing that apartment.

I have nothing to hide and all the money that I saved up is mine and I vow to fulfill the sacrifice, that house shall be mine I want some where comfortable to sleep, somewhere that I can put up my feet.

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