He'd insisted after he'd come in and they'd spoken he'd been asleep until she'd just woke him up. When Emma asked if he'd had any dreams he'd denied it, but had seemed nervous. Emma had pushed and with a sigh he'd admitted he'd had a dream about Ashley.

Emma pressed him for specifics and with an eye roll he told her it had been a dirty dream as he put it. Emma had tried to figure out a way to ask for details, wondering if he would recall what they'd done, but thought it was Ashley during his dream.

Eric became annoyed and told her she didn't need details like that and why the hell would she even want to know? Emma had let it slide at that point, and after apologizing for waking him up rolled over and pretended to go back to sleep.

To her relief she heard Eric's breathing return to the slow heavy sound of sleep. She had the horrible thought of hoping to hell he didn't put his fingers up to his face before washing them. What the hell would he think if he did and he smelled her on him?

Emma had stared at the clock unable to believe it was only midnight.

By one am, she'd eased out of the bed once more and gone downstairs.

She made a cup of coffee and grabbing her purse sat down on the couch.

She removed the card Ernest had given her with Sherri's name on it and then her cell phone. It was way too late to call someone. But Emma felt if she waited until tomorrow she would find an excuse not to reach out to her.

Despite all the weird events of the last two days and the creepy necklace she still couldn't remove from her neck, Emma hadn't wanted to chase someone down to hear ghost stories. But she had just had a sexual encounter with her son and the proof was right there all over her tits that it hadn't been another vivid dream.

Why didn't he remember? She was thrilled he didn't, but why? Emma had pulled out the small notebook she always carried with her and scribbled.

"Does the pendent erase the memory" She paused and added.

"Does the pendent create the desire in Eric?"

Eric had not behaved in any improper way unless he was in contact with the pendent. Once it touched him he turned into one of the characters from those mother son movies. Then he forgot about it. Yet Emma had the thoughts and sick desires and she recalled everything they'd done.

There had now been three encounters like that, each getting progressively worse. There was only one way to go further than they had last night and that was to do the unthinkable and have sex with her son.

That thought pushed her to send a text to Sherri. Hopefully it wouldn't wake her and she could reply in the morning. She'd kept it simple.

"Hi, this is Emma. I just moved into the house on Hollow road and Ernest said you wanted to speak to me. Sorry for how late this is. Hope to hear from you tomorrow."

Emma put the phone down and went back to the notebook, Listing all the things she'd decided she would research while lying there last night. She was surprised when her phone beeped and she picked it up to see a reply.

“Hi Emma! Don't worry about the time. Trust me, I'm not surprised you're texting me this late. Night time is when most things happen there."

"Can I call you?" Emma quickly replied.

"Sorry, but no. I'm not alone and don't want to be overheard. Would you like to meet in town tomorrow? Susan's bakery has fantastic coffee and is usually quiet after the morning rush."

Emma had a meeting with her new employer tomorrow and asked if one would be okay? Sherrie replied it was fine and she was thrilled to talk to her. She'd added not to worry, she had reason to believe Emma and Eric weren't in any danger, but simply needed to understand what was happening.

Emma stared down at the paperwork in front of her which was her contract the new firm wanted her to sign which asked she work there a minimum of three years and included a two year DNC that only applied to their two biggest competitors.

The rest was her salary, vacation, benefits and pretty much an employee handbook. Two days ago Emma would have signed it right in the office. But today, even though it went smoothly and the partners were all very nice and eager to meet her, she said she wanted to look it over.

Fact was she might be high tailing it out of here if things didn't straighten out. She knew she could move into town, but if Emma was going to leave over what was going on in the house then she'd want to put some serious distance between her and it; a couple of states worth of distance.

While flipping through the paperwork, Emma took note of her emerald green nails. Her meeting had ended earlier than she expected and Sherri had texted her and said she was sorry, but she would be an hour late.

Emma planned on simply hanging around the coffee shop for the hour and seeing if she could dig up some dirt on not only the house, but Robin and her family. When she spotted the nail salon just putting out their sign for the day she decided to treat herself to a much needed manicure and pedicure.

She'd chosen the deep green color for her fingers and toes to bring out her eyes, but now looking at her fingers she recalled her lust fueled thoughts of last night. Thoughts of how much sexier she'd look for her son if she painted her nails.

Emma had touched the pendent which she had tucked under her button up black blouse and noted it was cool to the touch. Just as it had been since she left the house. Flipping open her notebook, she scribbled. ‘Does it lose power when not in the house? Is it the house itself that does this and the necklace is some kind of transmitter?

She looked at the pad and thought how ridiculous her notes were.

Like something out of a lame ass horror story. The bells sounded again and Emma looked up and froze.