My rational side thought his sanity was heading south for a permanent vacation, so I brushed off the entire bonkers visit. Once Hope shared her information, and Bartleby returned to divulge his, I'd decide if moving into the Garibaldi house produced any valid risks. For all I knew, my practical joker had gone the way of the dinosaurs or the situation resulted from Ulan's childish behavior.
I remained in the kitchen and stared at the basement door, angry and frustrated that I wasted so much of my time. I hadn't expected the door to open and reveal its secrets to me, but I knocked anyway. I jiggled the handle and tried to pry it loose. Nothing worked. I trudged away, theorizing the entire pseudo-paranormal experience was just a case of home-buying regret. As soon as I turned my back and arr
