It was listed as abandoned with unknown belongings inside, some inheritance argument that became too complicated and too expensive to continue so all partied left it to rot. And here they were some nineteen years later seeing what they could salvage, sell or scrap while they made plans to demolish the building itself. Condos were far more in style than eyesore old mansionettes.
Their locksmith was damned good at his job and let them in with scarcely a five minute wait. He peered around the hallway first before letting them pass through, hurriedly declining their request to follow in case there were more locked doors. He rattled off an excuse before driving away so fast his tyres scorched the road.
Neither of them could see what had caused the locksmith to flee at that point - speed is the nature of such things, speed and silence and eerily translucent skin. This they would find out in due time. Before that they had a list of rooms provided by the company, all detailed from the original blueprints, and a list of especially valuable items to keep an eye out for.
The hallway was as dusty and lifeless as the dining room and the primary kitchen and the secondary kitchen and the under-stair storage. All full of worthless household objects, all full of air so stale it left a fuzzy feeling on their tongues as they tried to keep going.
When they entered the lounge, the atmosphere seemed to change as if they'd just walked into the sightline of something very large and very hungry yet all they could see was a couple of worn sofas and an old TV set. The air seemed warmer and wetter here, condensation lightly settling on every surface and running down the old screen that showed them both and something flickering beside them.
The TV burst into life, static shrieking throughout the room til a child's voice cut it off.
Wait something's not right
Neither noticed translucent skin peeling itself away from the wall just beside them.
Neither would live long enough to name it.
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