It's a building with old furnishings. The air stank. There's some faded spots on the carpet. Looked like it hasn't been cleaned in ages. The off-white paint on the ceiling is peeling on its edges. There's some moss growing on the dampness in the corner as you survey the house. Some of the wooden panelling under the carpet creaked as you walk on them. Nobody dared to touch anything in the house, fearing it would make it crumble. The view of the thick layer of dust seen on the cupboards and sofa coverings is intensified by the sunlight that found its way through the old-fashioned glass windows. Don't think it was ever opened 'cause the rust seem to amalgamate with the rest of the metal frame. There was a small room in the house with a locked door. Nobody seemed to have the right key for it. I felt like kicking it wide open, since the house seem to be falling apart anyway. The ventilation in the house doesn't help someone who's been suffering from sinuses and every cough sounded like it caused much pain in the throat.

As we were walking out of the house, someone gestured at me to follow him. I did, and to my amazement, I saw the most beautiful house in my life. I was awe-struck. As I tried to get the words out of my mouth, I said "W-Why are you showing me this house?" He gave me the most heart-warming smile ever. The kind that would make you want to respond back with a nice smile. He reached into his right pocket, and pulled out a key. He said "Do you like the house?" As if that was ever a question, I responded almost instantly, "I love it!" The man said, "Good, here you go." As he said that, he handed me the keys. I didn't know what to do. I looked at him like he was playing the world's biggest prank on me. He just stood there and nodded at me with that smile. That smile.