"He swindled you!" She screeched.
"Why do you say that?" Mum wondered.
"That house is haunted. No one has been able to live there since Nana Baker died there over a hundred years ago."
"Really?" I drawled in a bored voice. That was the latest excuse ever.
"Yes, really! No one has been able to live in that house longer than three nights. They either run away, run mad or die." She related with petrified eyes.
"Oh no." mother gasped, her eyes wide with fear. I was glad that she was being cognizant of her surroundings and taking part in conversations again, but I didn't want Mrs Clark scraing the daylights out of her.
"I doubt that's true mum. Ghosts don't exist."
"It's not just ghosts but demons haunting that house. You think I'm making up tales?" Mrs Clark challenged dangerously.
"No
