“Matthew 16:18”, the stranger murmured. The real-estate agent scratched his head. He didn’t understand this stranger clad in shoddy clothes and sporting a scraggly beard. He wondered if he had made the right decision in coming out with this apparent lunatic without any backup.
“What are you muttering, man ? Are you interested in this property or not? Don’t waste my time here”, He crowed self-importantly.
“I am indeed interested in this property, my friend. I hope we can draw the paperwork tomorrow?”
“Sure. Just come with a draft for the full amount and we can finalize everything.”
The stranger smiled, “Do tell me this. Why is the owner selling this place at a throwaway price?”
The agent shuffled uncertainly, “Err… This is his grandfather’s property. They say his spirit haunts this place. I hope that doesn’t deter you.”
“Not at all, my friend. In fact, it has furthered my will to own this place.”
“Why? Are you a Shaman or something? Are you into some black magic?”
“No, my good man, I’m nothing of that sort.”
“Then why do you need this dilapidated place?”
The stranger had a serene look on his face.
“I answered you a while back.”
Many thanks to Al Forbes for hosting the weekly Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge.
Photo credit: Mike Vore
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