She slowed as we passed a large stone and timber pavilion on our right. If there was a record of something and that record was at any point entered into a computer connected to the internet, he would find it. When it came to uncovering facts, Bern had no equal. “Because I checked the records,” Bern rumbled.Ĭlearly, there were two teams in this vehicle: Team Facts and Team Facts Be Damned.īern gave his younger brother a look. “How do you know nobody died?” Leon asked. Nobody died in the house, so it can’t possibly be haunted.” “Nine states require you to notify the buyer if a death occurred on the premises. “Apparently only four states require you to disclose paranormal activity,” Arabella reported. “I heard realtors have to disclose if the house is haunted,” Leon said. My little sister whipped out her phone and bent her blonde head over it. “I did, and Trudy said no.” Our poor, long-suffering realtor had answered more bizarre questions in the last couple of months than she had probably done during her whole career. “Yes,” Arabella said, “But did you ask if it was?” “Because Trudy is a nice person, I like her, and she wouldn’t sell us a haunted house.” “How do you know it’s not haunted?” Leon asked from the back.īecause ghosts didn’t exist. My sister squinted at the monstrosity of a house growing closer as the SUV sped up the gently climbing driveway.
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