The Wind In The Walls
The old kitchen was long and cold. The realtor explained that dozens of servants had once used it, but now it was a relic. Ally turned up the collar of her coat. There was an icy draft in the room, but Ally could never have guessed where it was coming from.
The realtor looked around nervously. It was the windows, he said. They were old and let in a draft, but they were easily replaced. In fact, if they bought the house then he’d have the windows replaced for free. It all sounded too good to be true.