Something’s Definitely Wrong

I sneakily tried to pinch myself, but I think he noticed.

"Look I want you to know that I'm not doing this for you only.

It's mostly because of Billy he was the one who fully convinced me and considering the fact that he is getting married soon moving into your current house would be more suitable for him, you know how expensive it is to simply live in this day and age let alone settle down".

"Yes, of course, I understand" I nodded. 'Since when was Billy that influential on others?'

I thought to myself 'and he was getting married?!' It was definitely big news to me.

'How did that happen? Who would marry him anyways?' I scoffed in my mind.

Someone knocked on the door before entering.

It was Julia she came in with a tray in one hand and a folder in the other.

She gently placed coffee cups in front of us and the folder on the side of the table and left the room hurriedly, not forgetting to give me a smile in the process.

"So, as I was saying the house will be yours and I will not ask you to pay rent for a year, you can think of it as a loan that you have to pay after a year and there won't be any deposits".

He opened the folder and turned to a page before placing it in front of me "these are the terms and conditions; you can take your time reading them"

he finished as he started taking sips of his coffee.

I nodded along to what he was saying as I poured sugar into my coffee absentmindedly before taking the folder from him and placing it in my lap.

"Here it says that the contract expires in a year and a half, so according to this I have to pay the debt in the last six months".

"Yes, that is correct" he nodded after glancing at the pages that I was flipping "do you have any other questions for me"

"Is there anything wrong with the house, sorry I don't mean to be rude but there are no photos of it here" I told him frowning,

'it was a little suspicious could it be that there was no house in the first place' that thought worried me, 'I think I should invest in a good tent if I will be homeless'.

"No, don't worry, it's only natural for you to have these worries" he took a gulp of the drink and placed his cup down "it's just that it recently came on the market, so the team did not have the chance yet to visit the place.

It is quite old, built around 200 years ago to be precise and the old owners have recently died leaving the house to their only grandson who decided that he didn't want it".

"So, is he selling it?" I questioned.

"No, he decided to just bulldoze the whole thing and build something else which won't be happening anytime soon, so he doesn't care what happens to it for now.

He is actually an acquaintance of mine and I assure you I have his full satisfaction and agreement regarding this".

'He must be rich' was the first thought in my head 'Some people are just born lucky'.

I blew on the coffee before taking a sip and tried my hardest not to wince, it was too hot and a little too sweet.

"Thank you for explaining everything and I'm happy with the terms and conditions" I paused and searched the pages "where do I sign?"

He pointed to a spot "at the bottom of the last page".

Picking up the pen from the pen holder I hurriedly signed, afraid of him changing his mind in the last minute.

While giving the folder back to him I dropped the pen and bent down to pick it up.

"Thank you" he said, "and also good luck".

Something about that statement or perhaps his voice made a chill run down my spine.

'Maybe coming here was a bad idea after all'….