Bob and Jane seek a home to be theirs. Could the cottage in a picturesque valley with trees and ponds and a field of cows be the one?

This is the first story, a fun horror tale, I ever completed, so be kind (nah be ruthless if you wish). There are problems with it, I know that, but i just can't be bothered to re-write it at the moment. 
Artwork is by the very talented Glenn Chadbourne.

The Cows Are Coming: Part 2
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The idiots Jane so lovingly referred to were two of my mates who’d offered to help construct the mountain of furniture heading our way from Ikea. Oh the joys of flat-packed furniture. It wasn’t long after the crazy estate agent left we heard a knock on the door.
“Alright geezer, everything go okay, then?” asked Charlie, passing me a crate of beer and walking straight into the cottage with a bag full of nibbles.
“Yeah, good thanks,” I replied, taking a cool can and cracking the top. “How’re you Peter?” I asked my ginger-haired friend who leaned against the wall finishing off his smoke.
He brought up the tool box he’d been hiding from my view. “Looking forward to proving my manliness,” he replied, blowing out a great plume of smoke.  “When’s the furniture due?”
“Any time now they said. You want a beer?” I asked, knowing it was a stupid q