Intercession

"Barbara, getting back to our conversation about haunted houses or unexplained situations. Two of the homes we will see today are classified borderline haunts, but they are not documented. Everything that has been said about these dwellings, are stories and gossip. Nothing has been validated to be true. I feel you should know, just-in-case someone says something." "Robert," Steve said in a questioning tone, "this first home we are going to look at, does it have a story?" "Well, yes. But again, it is not documented." The real estate agent slowed down to take a corner. "Steve, its a steal. The price has been reduced. The home was built in the early 1900's." The agent stopped his car. "This is it. What do you think, Steve and Barbara?" "Steve put down his window. "Not bad. Very historic looking. I'm game. Barb, want to go in for a tour?" "Oh dear," I gasped. A woman hung out of the second floor window calling my name. Beneath her was a pool of crimson blood that had stained the fresh-white snow. "Barb," said Steve, "was that a good "oh" or a bad "oh"?" Steve took his eyes off the house and looked back at me, questioning my motivation.