"Haunted house?"

"Not haunted, but I was reading how some places where bad things happened can have some kind of charge, like negative energy.”

“Really?” She was genuinely interested.

"Yeah and it can affect people sometimes and we are stressed. Just an idea."

“Might be something to it." Emma agreed, and then decided to force the issue.

“Eric, are you being completely honest with me about things?"

“What things?" His eyes shifted evasively.

“The weird things. The dreams. All you saw was the boys who lived here?"

"Yes." He nodded, then sent her heart racing, "But they were saying things to me. Fucked up things."

“Fucked up how?"

Eric lifted his arm and stroked his chin, and Emma let him think before he spoke. Her eyes darted to the sheet where he'd been stroking something else and could make out a fairly large bulge still there. Such a shame a good looking boy like him was jerking off. As much of a shame as a woman with her needs playing with herself.

"They were saying what Robin was saying. Things like I have to take care of you and be man of the house and be everything to you."

"Everything."

“Like um,..." he sighed.

"They didn't say it, but I had the feeling they were talking about sex.”

“I had the same dreams." Emma withheld the fact she'd seen the sexual acts he'd been told about.

"But Robin had said a lot of the same stuff to me. More than you heard her say."

"So it stuck with both of us like that? I suppose it could." He didn't sound convinced.

"Then..."

“Then what?"

"I found that box of movies and books." Eric lowered his head as he spoke.

"All of it about mom son sex and the stuff they said in the movies was stuff the boys in the dreams said."

"So you got it from them." Emma pointed out.

"I didn't find them until today," he countered.

"I bet they belonged to the kid that lived here before."