"How about the kitchen?" Frank asks.
"Sure, anything," quivers Sandra.
Frank and Sandra walk to the right of the lobby and into the kitchen. The kitchen is cluttered with blood all over the checkered floor.
"Oh my god," screams Sandra.
"Relax, Sandra, it's just ketchup," says Frank.
"Bullshit, it's ketchup," says Sandra.
The kitchen is full of boxes that read's "MERCURY". The cabinets are a tanned color of which used to be white, but with the dust and cobwebs it's tanned. Knifes are rusted and broken as they hang from the cabinets. Frank approaches one of the cabinets and opens it, the slowing of the creekign sound echoes throughout the kitchen as he finds lovely old china with dust and cobwebs all over them.
"Look at these, honey," says Frank as he pulls out one of the plates.
"I'd rather not, look let's get out of here," says Sandra as her fear grows.
"In a minute, we still have to look around the house," says Frank.
Sandra can feel someone or something lurking around the house as she feels so vulnerable with her short flower dress that barley covers her assets. She can feel the cold wind rising above her as if a ghost was licking her pussy.
"Please, Frank, let's get out of here" says Sandra.
"No, you wanted a house, and I'm willing to give you one; just give it a chance," says Frank.
"Fine, but let's go somewhere else," pleads Sandra. |