The kids crawl into their parents’ bed five minutes before. At midnight the screaming starts. Five minutes later, complete silence.
The new nightly routine.
The screams weren’t ear-piercing, but wildly unnerving. As for the source: unknown. Both the real estate agent and the former owners feigned ignorance.
But patience was wearing thin. Fortunately, Dad had… thoughts.
“You love the views?” he asked his wife.
“You guys love the pool?” he asked his kids.
“And I love a cheap mortgage on a five-bedroom Victorian, so this small inconvenience won’t kill us, right?”
They all nodded in unison.
“Until tomorrow night then…”
The Weekday One Hundred 