The House
The house looked at me and I stared back. The windows, lidless and dark, showed no other emotion than pure despise. I did the best I could do. I turned back to the street. The streetlights glowed, nicotine-colored lights surrounded my black shadow like a shield. And yet, they were not able to disconnect me from my fear. And my work. My work was simple: You visit a house, you check out, who is the renter or owner of the…