"You aren't much better than me."<br/>He quipped, wondering how she could be acting so strong when he knew she was upset. He frowned, the hands  were bad  enough now it seemed  that objects  were disappearing. He had no idea a such thing as ghostly knives could be. No, it wasn't a ghost. No, it was just his imagination. His mind screwing with him. But, somehow...a  flash of the past  was in his mind. The past of this house he never knew.  A  man, had  an affair with another woman, his wife  found out and was  angry. The worst thing was the woman that  he was  with was pregnant. He couldn't help thinking how malarial that  was  too his own situation. But what was the chance this was the true past of the house? Maybe he was just making up things in his head.<br/>"This place is scaring the shit out of me  Christine. I wonder if the paintings  got to me maybe. Maybe they really freak me out as much as they did you. I think I will get rid of them. Yea, that is what I will do."<br/>He slowly got up, then, felt a hand pressing him down.<br/>"You must stay..."<br/>A voice said in his mind.<br/>He shivered.<br/>"You are really not hearing or seeing anything strange Christine? I am  thinking I know of the past...the man before got his mistress pregnant. Is any way to find out if that is what really happened?"<br/>He was so freaked out, he wasn't thinking about his old girlfriend or his child or anything related to that.