<span style="color: #FF8000">“There’s got to be something wrong with it.”</span>They had only spent one day looking into this house.  Normally, Blake Lachelle was easy to please, but he knew how important it was to his wife that their home be a perfect fit for them.  Already, she’d found something wrong with every property thus far, but they considered them each extensively (save for one, which was dismissed the moment they learned the neighbors were a fraternity.)  This one?  She’d fallen in love with it seemingly overnight.  Granted, the house was frankly quite nice, but the price?  It was indeed too good to be true.<br/><br/>If he was being honest with himself, he rather liked it as well.  While Cass was enamoured by the library and the kitchen, Blake found himself impressed by the space behind the house.  There was almost enough room for a second house back there.  He could build a garage on one side and still have space for barbeque and rugby on the other.  The house he was raised in had a massive garage, where he’d learned much of his trade as a mechanic.  He missed that.<br/><br/>The neighbourhood itself was quite pleasant.  It was the picture of suburb life, with the young couples walking their dogs and the early-morning joggers, the barbeques every Saturday, and the occasional birthday party with every child on the block in attendance.  Crime didn’t seem to be much of an issue, he’d inferred, after some research online.  There was a very small stray cat population, but the agent informed him that they tended to flock around one elderly lady’s house in particular, so they shouldn’t be bothersome.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Could be the water pipes?”</span>Blake guessed, testing the faucet in the sink.  Water flowed from the tap just fine.  The electricity appeared to be wired and in full operation, and he even inspected the thermostat.  Eerily, everything was in working order.  He crossed his arms and raised a brow at his wife.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“You know, maybe it’s just a trapdoor with a torture chamber in the basement?”</span>he joked, cracking a smile at her.  He knew she wouldn't admit it, but she was the one in charge.  If she was happy, he was.