Staring at the residence as it came into view, you stepped out of the car.

Taking a look at the sign, it read,

'Pink Palace Apartments'

Your husband was talking with the movers instructing them where to place the boxes and so on. You didn’t pack much, but it was still a lot of work. Glancing to the side, you caught sight of your neighbors on the bottom floor. Offering a polite smile, you waved at the two women, who did the same in return as they retreated into their apartment. Looking up, you noticed a foreign man staring down at you, a jumping mouse perched on his shoulder. He looked visibly irritated, probably disturbed from his activities.

You watched as the man gave you a hard stare before returning to whatever he had been doing.

'Lovely neighbors, I guess?' you thought, trying to make the best of your current situation. Something felt off about this place, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what. To be honest, you had suggested to your husband that you stay elsewhere, but he insisted this would be the perfect place to finish his novel.

He said it had ʼArtistic Potential.'

He wasn't one to make bad decisions, but you couldn't see the same potential in this place that he did.The only potential you saw in this place was the potential to reach your graves early.Alas despite your reluctance, you complied with your husband, Bruce, to move here.It was a fairly quiet town albeit slightly creepy it was peaceful.