“Did he?" Emma had heard about the murders, but not this.

She had put the car back in drive and was slowly cruising up the long driveway towards the house.

"No, they cleared him. Their son ended up in a mental ward for a while. Took her death really hard. He said it was his fault, but never said why."

"He Lost his mother that would be enough to do that. Especially like that."

"I'm not in the loony bin." Eric pointed out.

"Your dad died of cancer and was sick for a long time. A lot different then something sudden and gruesome." Emma was now sorry she'd encouraged him.

“See, gruesome," he nodded.

"Moving into the gruesome house."

"Coincidence."

"Year before that, two people vanished. Mom and son. The father said he had no idea what happened."

"Are you making this up?"

"No, mom," he sighed.

"I keep telling you, google is your friend. I found a bunch of stuff about this place."

“Wonderful, you pay no attention when I show you the tour, but you'll research murders."

"This was weird too because it was sort of the same. Guess they fought a lot. Cops came a couple times to break them up, so they thought he killed them. But he was cleared. The mom and son turned up in California a couple years later."

"Seems like the husbands in this place were all losers." Emma frowned.

“Well, we have nothing to worry about then," he laughed harshly.

“No husband or dad here. Maybe we'll be safe."

“Way to be positive." Emma pulled up in front of the house.

“Hey, the front door is open partway."

"It's inviting us in, Muahahaha!" Eric burst into creepy laughter.

"Join us!"

"Knock it off." She smacked him in the arm.

"Robin is probably inside doing some last minute cleaning."

"Hope they got a new bed for your room." Eric undid his seat belt and opened the door to exit the car.