I really like your story, but I do have a few hopefully helpful criticisms.
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There sat a house on 302 Digoro drive, that everyone decided was no good, no child would play near it, their parents told them to stay away.
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Why do they run past the house? And why won't children play near it? I read that because the woman eats children, but how did that rumor start? What has the woman done (Openly) to deserve such a reputation?
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He came to a little quaint house, it’s lawn was manicured and a row of black dahlias and rose plants lined the outside of the house, the house it’s self was a light blue with white trimming. He walked up the little dirt pathway to the front porch, he turned briefly and looked around, some of the neighbors were now watching him, shaking their heads and sighing, though no one made an attempt to come stop him, or come chat with him. He waved at them and turned back around lightly knocking on the door. He looked down to inspect himself to make sure he was well dressed enough, though there was a sweat stain around his collar, the rest of his brown business-like suit was cleaned and professional looking, his brown leather dress shoes, though now the soles were littered with dirt from the short walk up to the door, still shined in the light.
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I really like this part. Maybe you could add a few details about his thoughts? Why were the neighbors shaking their heads? He was never here before, obviously, so he didn't know the rumor, so to me, he should be curious about why the neighbors are acting strangely.
Perhaps you could add a "the house looked bright; one would never guess the rumors and stories surrounding it."
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So she was married he thought and forced another smile as she motioned to a chair at the table
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Why does he care if she's married? You should make his reaction to that a bit more discernable. Was he worried about a husband beating the crap out of him? Or was he dissapointed because now he didn't have a shot at the gorgeous girl?
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Haines stood as well but sat once she was out of the room he returned to sitting.
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This should probably be something like: "Haines stood as she did, but returned to his seat after she left the room."
I must say though, this is one of my favorite stories that I have read on here. It's enrapturing! I can't wait for more!