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The house was very special. Inside and out. But it was tricky and often it was dirty, with blood, that covers the ground under the balcony. The visitors aren't coming. Even this often deadly accidents stay inside the house. There was no witness or persons that could tell the real circumstances. Exept two. But they know it better, than walk outside and tells it around. They keep it a secret. But the more it happens, the often they try to changing something inside the house. Other decoration, other colour for the wall. But nothing helps. David the agent and his assistent, Nelly, knows it that they need to chance more at the house than colour or decoration. To remove the balcony wasn't the question. It will stay. It was the main attraction of the house and the clients loves it. The view was wonderful, amazing and it changing from time to time. They must chance something else. Nelly walks up the stairs, leaning at the railing of the balcony and looks down. David cames to her, wraps his arms around her and for an moment she fears he would push her down, like the other people. Like the many people. But he hugs her. She hugs him back. Both looks down, while their minds works, trys to find an answer of the burning questions. They stay like this for a while. The other rooms where special, too. Not so special like the balcony. In the other rooms were mostly fairy lights. Normal stuff. Pictures and drawings at the walls. The kitchen, were they preparaing some drinks and snacks for the visitors, was delicious and an gift for the eye. At every season they changing the decoration into the rooms. Yesterday they removed the pumpkins and the ghost fairy lights and replace them with some starts and some fake christmas trees. The half of the night they crafted an gingerbread house. One to eat and one to look at. It was good work. They planning to throw a chrismas party, only for themselfs. The house was always hungry. They feed it with the corpses, but now, they haven't any. They must find something other to feed it. Both still huging each other and looks at the checkered pattern floor under the balcony, that was now clean, cleaned from the blood.