Leigh  blinked, so a murder  did happen here? This town  didn't  seem like a place  that would have  things  like that  going on. He frowned  a bit, thinking as he stared at the paintings more closely. It was like something was drawing him into them, getting lost in the fairly normal homes scenes   that  they were showing. His eyes  were drawn to the wispy figures, and how they seemed to move to be alive  in a  way. He shook his head. he must be tired. The  news  that what he was  fearing was  right  affecting his mind.<br/>"What is the problem?  It is not like everyone who lives here is cursed  to die. No such thing as  curses. It is a house. Houses  will be houses no matter  what happened in them in the past. Are you worried that  ghosts will be here or  something?"<br/>He  didn't want to admit he was  worried about that  too, that  with what he saw in the paintings he was  thinking he was  seeing spirits  already. He was  logical. Ghosts  weren't logical. No reason to believe in them.