The two kidnappers wandered through the house as a third stood guard over the woman and her two daughters. The fourth had left to collect the ransom two hours earlier.
The pair roaming from room to room was beginning to get edgy. Not only had the trio not heard from the fourth member of their enterprise yet, but now they were hearing strange noises in an otherwise empty house.
“You sure no one else is here?” the taller man asked brusquely.
“Only us,” the woman said.
The man guarding the three cocked his head, “Did you hear that? Came from right above us.”
Again, the two others raced upstairs to search but found nothing. Perplexed, the taller man waved his pistol at the woman and her children, threatening, “If you’re lying to me…”
His words trailed off as a loud thump, followed by a heavy thud, reverberating from above, rattled the pictures on the wall.
“What the eff,” he practically screamed in panic.
“Should we tell them, Mommy?” one of the girls asked.
“Tell us what?” the man asked.
“No,” the mother said, “They wouldn’t believe it anyway.”
“Believe what?” he shouted.
“Our house is haunted,” the other girl answered.
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