<div style="text-align: justify;">"I know, honey", Christine replied with a soft sigh. "Don't work on it. It's painful to watch when you try to joke. And you were exactly as you are now when we first met. I like you exactly the way you are."<br/><br/>Christine kept on holding her husband as he explained his concerns. "Okay, now you have put ideas in my head. I should have considered that." The young woman thought for a moment. "Now I have to ask. Why don't you go snoop around a little while I grill our friendly Claire downstairs? I want to know what the hell happened in this house, or is happening around it, before we put up to the last penny we have in here. Okay?"<br/><br/>Chris waited for her husband's response, her mind working. Had there been a murder in the house? Was it allegedly haunted or something? The neighbors seemed okay, so there had to be something wrong about the house. Not that Christine believed in hauntings or the supernatural. She was a skeptical through and through. But still, it was their right to know what had happened and to be prepared for questioning neighbors.</div>