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The sign above the door read SMURL REALTY – “Homes with Character” in chipped gold leaf. Frank Smurl, third-generation broker, believed it. He’d sold houses with crooked floors, houses with bats, even a house where the previous owner had walled up his coin collection. But the house on Vicker’s Lane was different. It didn’t just have character. It had a cast .

“They always want something simple,” Frank whispered. He pointed to the pantry, which had been a broom closet an hour ago. “See? The house is greedy. It wants a better kitchen.” smurl hauntings

“The guarantee,” Frank explained, winding the yarn around the new basement step, “is that we’ll negotiate with the house. You don’t need an exorcist. You need a realtor who speaks Carpentry .” The sign above the door read SMURL REALTY