For Sale: Dark Fantasy

[penthius]

It was a smallish house, with a pair of dispirited palm trees in the front yard that would neither shade anything nor agree to die, as she knew from experience. It wasn't entirely dilapidated, but nobody could call it inviting. The swamp had begun to encroach on the back lawn, although the real estate agent had been very insistent that it wasn't actually a swamp, had no connection to a real swamp, and certainly wouldn't produce any alligators. It looked like a house that nobody in their right mind would want to buy. She didn't want the house either. What it was sitting on top of, on the other hand-- "Perfect!" she said with a smile. The real estate agent stared blankly at her for a moment and then summoned his best shiny white grin, as if he'd known it all along. He was very good at his job; she barely saw the confusion in his eyes.

Inspiration: Google "chittering" -> real estate listing, http://www.realestate.com.au/property-lifestyle-wa-lower+chittering-7336721
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Nothing wrong with this, just nothing that grabs me. Could go a number of places.