Christopher opened a pair of cabinet doors, almost causing a small avalanche. “Well, she didn’t just read books. Here’s a fat-screen TV.” He stepped aside to reveal an old TV set and a DVD-player inside the cabinet. Maggie groaned at his pun and walked back out to the hallway.
There was only two bedrooms and a large bathroom upstairs. They were all as mundane as the ground floor.
“You know how they always say ‘he seemed so normal’ when they catch a serial killer with soup bowls made of skulls and bags of human jerky in their pantry?” Christopher said as he opened the door under the stairs. “Ready to descend into madness and see what kind of horror show you’ve inherited?” Maggie blew a raspberry at him and walked down the stairs.
