Good morning lovelies, today I will be promoting a story about sisterly hate. All the stories from Wicked Intentions are based on true paranormal cases. I will be awarding two lucky people a free copy of either Twisted Love or my poetry collection. Your choice. So let’s get this party started.
“We’re almost there, dear,” said the realtor, Lucille Keefer. “It’s just the right size for a small family, unless you and your new husband are thinking of expanding.”
“Oh no,” laughed Ginger, cutting off the nosey woman. “Mike is content in being a step-father.”
“Another two miles, and we’ll be there,” said the realtor, just as a large ominous looking house overlooking the bay caught Ginger’s eye.
“Who lives there?” she asked pointing out the car window.
The realtor stopped in the middle of the road peered at the old house. “Oh that white elephant,” she said with laugh. “I own it too, but you said a small home for now.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” said Ginger flip idly. “I want to look inside. Do you have the key?”
“Yes…but—” said the realtor.
“Let’s check it out,” said Ginger, interrupting.
“Okay, if you insist,” said the realtor, steering the Cadillac in the direction of the white two-story mansion.
As the car pulled into the horseshoe driveway, Ginger marveled at the structure, as if hypnotized by an uncontrollable and unknown force. “This place has great potential. I feel it.”
“It has something, all right,” mumbled the realtor.
“What did you say?” asked Ginger, exiting the vehicle.
“Oh nothing, dear. Here’s the key,” said the realtor, handing the item out the window.
“Aren’t you going in?” asked Ginger accepting the object.
“I never go inside that home. I always wait outside.”