Priced to Sell

We have to sell the house. We’re not really moving up or down. We’re not moving for a job or family. We’re not being run out of town or embarrassed into a move either. The problem is monsters.

Clare’s Mom and I didn’t expect to have to move so soon. It’s not our settle-down-for-life dream house, but we’ve done a lot of work on it. It’s a fine three-bedroom two-and-half bath home with a finished basement. It’s on a quiet street with lots of kids around, and there’s a playscape in the backyard. We’re not far from parks and playgrounds, and there are lots of outdoor activities in the area. It’s a great house for a young girl—maybe about five years old—with a pink princess bedroom and a Tinkerbell bathroom.

But, in the interest of full disclosure, we think that Bigfoot may be in Clare’s closet. Well…I shouldn’t really say we.

For a couple weeks, Clare has thought there might be monsters in the house. And for the past two nights, she's ended up in bed with us. When we tried to narrow down the fears, we found out that it’s not your general run-of-the-mill heebie-jeebie garden-variety monster. We’ve got Bigfoot and friends. I’m not sure where Clare heard about Sir Sasquatch, but there is that pesky kids-talking-to-each-other-at-school thing. We might also stop watching shows like Jake Long. (Dragon up!)

So even though we thought we'd be a few more years here, we’ve gotta move. What else can we do? Unless maybe someone can tell me how to get rid of monsters?