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Finally a little good news—we’ve sold the flat.
It took us a while, lost a little money, had a few more sleepless nights over the moral implications, but in the end—what choice did we have? Live with a vengeful ghost? Pay a mortgage on an abandoned property?
Burn it to the ground?
Aimee and I pull up outside the third house on the list. 56 Cornel Road. The estate agent gave us eight possible properties to view, within our measly budget. We’ve scratched off four already. I didn’t like the fact that most of them were by the train station.
This house is small, mid-terrace, with the front door stepping directly out onto the narrow pavement. The door is lime green. Aimee hates green, but we can always paint it. The neighbourhood seems quiet, apart from the sound of passing cars on the o
