The realtor gestured toward the dilapidated bungalow.  "This is the place," she said.

"It looks neglected," said the man.

"It’s mainly cosmetic," the realtor said.  "Do you want to go in?"

"Okay," he replied, and they entered the house.

The front rooms were empty and needed painting, especially the living room. The floors were hardwood, but they had a lot of deep scratches.  He wondered what the hell had been dragged around in there.

"Want to see the master?" the realtor asked him.

"Sure," said the man, and he let her lead him to a back room.

It was dark, but he was sure he saw movement by the closet—something large uncoiling itself.  A scaly, dragon-like reptile with razor claws burst forth from the shadows and devoured the man in one fluid motion.

The realtor faced the creature.  "I’ll fix you up with another one tomorrow, master," she said.