"What is it, baby? It's late..." he mumbled.
"I dreamt of it again! It's that beautiful house! We must make our house like that!" she replied in excitement.
"You know we cannot afford it, baby. I'd love to buy it for you, but we can hardly afford such luxuries," he said.
"Hmpf," she said. "I've been dreaming about that house for the past 3 months! I want it."
But he had gone back to sleep.
It is no wonder that she wanted the place so much. Almost everyday she dreamt of it, and she knew every detail by heart. She loved its ancient Victorian settings, its lavish grandeur, and its lush red carpets. The funny thing is how the house never changed setting in her dreams. Always the same, almost faithfully urging her.
But their place is the exact opposite of her dream house. He liked the place with urban settings, and metal and glass filled their apartment instead of comfortable wood and old velvet. He knew his wife's housing preferences, but he also knew that such places are not going to be cheap - which, as abundant as his love for her is, he cannot afford.
He was still troubled over this when he drove pass a house in the countryside one day.
He stopped and stared.
The house proudly stood on soft green carpet grass, separated from the rest of the world by pearly white gates and flanked by two stone angels, exactly as his wife described to him ever so often.
A sign was hanging from one of the angels. "For Sale," it said. "Call Mr. Brown at 244-3958-375"
He laughed heartily and decided to call and try.
"Hi, how much are you selling the house off Dunhill road?" he enquired.
The real estate agent stated a ridiculously cheap sum.
"Really? Why is it so cheap?"
"Well, if you really want to know, the owner wants to sell it cheap because the place is haunted. She wants to get rid of it fast."
"Ha!" said the husband, who didn't believe in ghosts. "I'd take my chance! Can I view the house tomorrow then? I'd bring my wife along."
So it was settled.
The next day, when she arrived, she was stunned speechless.
The house was EXACTLY like what she had dreamt about. She followed the agent inside, still gingery from the shock. It wasn't a mere resemblance of her dream house; it WAS her dream house.
Its red carpets, that intricately craved wooden table at that exact place, the quaint fireplace... She was beside herself in joy!
"I want this house baby, I want it so! It is what I saw in my dreams!" she gushed.
Her husband smiled and said, yes, yes indeed they are going to own it, because it is affordable.
The real estate agent was glad to get a deal so easily. "Well," he said. "The owner will be arriving very soon, I think! As long as you sign this contract with her, the deal is sealed and the house is yours!"
The trio was having some pleasant talk about the house when suddenly a loud piercing scream filled the house.
The owner, standing a few metres away, was looking utterly thunderstruck and was had dropped her keys and bag in shock. Her eyes were popping and her mouth was agape in horror. Her finger was pointing directly at the wife.
"It is you," she said, "You are the ghost that haunts my house every night."
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