𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞́ 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

The Portrait

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*not proofread

Third Person POV

Everyone told Jisoo not to, but since when did Jisoo ever care what people think? She was independent and rich, and what do you do when you're independent and rich? You buy a mansion in the middle of nowhere of course!

The 27-year old woman was interested in buying a home for a long time, but due to her picky taste nothing sufficed.

Only when she over heard a conversation between her real estate agent and his colleague did she find something that intrigued her.

The conversation she overheard went a little something like this:

"The mansion's been untouched since the mid eighteen hundreds. I don't know why it's still on the market."

"Seriously! Everyone that goes to visit the place left it scared. It's seriously haunted or something."

"The city should just demolish the place and build something that's worthy of the large land it takes up."

"Why haven't they done that yet?"

"Apparently the place has some history.  It's still filled with the belongings of the last people who lived there."

Jisoo overheard all this, and was wanting to learn more about this place.

"Okay Ms.Kim here are some more places we can look at." The real estate agent said dropping a stack of papers in front of Jisoo.

Jisoo pushed the paper's aside.

"Tell me more about the abandoned mansion you were talking about."

"Oh no Ms.Kim that's not a good investment, I have so many better places you can look a-"

"I said tell me more."

Jisoo's POV

"The last record of someone living here was in the 1840s."

"Wow that far back huh?" I said.

My real estate agent and I were finally driving up to this abandoned mansion, that has been titled, la maison où vit l'art (the house where art lives).

"I won't be entering the mansion by the way. You can just look around, see if you like it, and then we can drive back." The older man driving suddenly said.

I didn't respond to that. I had no objections, in fact I rather observe the place on my own then be reminded of my agent's very biased opinion about the place every five seconds. When the man next to me realized I wasn't going to reply to his last words, he started speaking again.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I won't come in," he said glancing at me for a second. "I had many not so fun experiences when showing this place to other clients in the past. I won't be making the same mistake again."

I nodded to his words aimlessly while looking out the window. We were driving on a street I've never been on before, in fact it looks like no one has ever been on this road. Apart from the paved roads this place seemed to have no other signs of civilization. There was only a massive forest of trees that guarded the sides of the curved road.

After twenty more minutes of small talk and driving on a road that looked like it was repeating itself. There was finally a change in scenery.

In the distance I was able to make out a large gated fence. The one you would see when approaching a wealthy community, but behind this gate was only one home.