It was Thursday, a quite breezy day. Siku stepped off the plane and was ready to go see his dojo. He had looked on the Internet and saw one for quite cheap and in his budget. He knew it was perfect for him. Two stories, 6 rooms and a big lobby. He stepped off the plane ready for a new life.
He got a cab, looked up the address, and told the cab driver where to go. He got out. He tipped the driver and the cab sped off. He met the seller at the front door. The seller had a sad, dreary look on his face. The seller said, “Hand me the money. All renovations are done and it’s move-in ready.” Siku gave him the money and walked in.
He felt a deep dark spirit. He turned on the lights, they flickered, and shined very bright. He took himself on a tour. There was a weird smell. He opened a door, which would be a 4- to 8-year-old room. He opened the door, it slowly creaked open. Siku struck in amazement and fright. He saw five dead bodies. Blood was splattered all over the white walls.
Suddenly he felt a cold breeze on his neck. He turned around and said, “Who’s there?” There was no one there. All of a sudden the door shuts, and Siku runs to the window. The windows shut and the lights go out. It becomes black as midnight. Siku, scared to death, sits down and begins to cry. He feels a hand touch his shoulder … it’s the seller.
Suki, still scared, says, “How did you get in here?” The seller says nothing. The lights come on, the seller picks up the skull of a dead, cold body. He screams, “Thanks for the money!” He creeps around to Siku, hitting him so hard with the skull that he collapses dead. The seller, to make sure he is dead, stabs him 34 times in the chest. The lights go off … the sign in the front window turns from “Sold” to “For Sale.”