Chapter 7As Rocco walked through the empty house, he was surprised to see that it had a sort of spooky charm. It was dull and quiet, cobwebs everywhere, decorative chandeliers suspended from the ceiling and he kept hearing a haunting knock he couldn’t seem to identify.
“This is the best you could do?” he asked Preacher who was looking in closets and behind doors.
“I know it’s not much, but it’s private, and I think it has a lot of potential. A little spit and polish is all it needs. Don’t you think?”
“Preacher, it’s a friggin’ dump.”
Rocco got chills when he noticed murky silhouettes of some previous existence along with ghostly laughter that would come and go. As much as he tried, he couldn’t seem to shake the familiarity he felt in the air.
“Who lived here before?” he asked as he co
