Listing

"Well, it's very unique," the realtor said. "There's really nothing like it on the market. Are you certain you wouldn't want to run it on Airbnb? You'd probably make a fortune!" "Too much hassle," the witch said. "I'm retiring and I just want to live somewhere with less traffic - fewer people." "Will you rent or buy?" he asked. "Buy - I always buy; it's nearly impossible to find a place with the right amount of private ritual space. Can't take some of this stuff outside; it makes the townsfolk nervous." "Proud Pitchfoks R Us, huh?" the realtor laughed (but she didn't). "Okay, well, I'll get the photographer over here to see the place and get some shots for the listing; we'll make it look even more irresistibly charming than it is." "Terrific," she responded. "Let's also start the search for the new property. I'd like something in an older, quieter part of town - not a lot of kids, and no candy on the house anywhere. I'd do thorns or shards of glass before I'd do candy again." He nodded, mindlessly breaking off a piece of front window shutter and popping it in his mouth.