To be perfectly fair about the whole incident, the sheriff tried his level best to discover who had murdered the poor salesman, but the culprits had long gone. They were never captured.

A year passed, and the owner of the house rented it to a newly-wed couple from out of town. The man, a railroad employee, and his bride knew nothing of the sordid goings-on in the house, but trouble started the first night they moved in.

The couple had just gone to sleep when they were aroused by the sound of a man screaming in terror. The husband leaped from the bed and thrust his head out the window. Nothing. The screaming continued.

"It sounds like it's coming from our house," the woman said.

The man turned to her. "Impossible. There's no one here but you and me."

"Anyone here?" he half whispered, half shouted into the gloom. Nothing. No reply. The man pulled the pistol hammer back in anticipation. "I said Is there anyone here? You'd better show yourself. I have a gun."

Still there was no answer. The man searched the attic thoroughly. No one there. After searching every nook and cranny for ten minutes or so, he turned and climbed back down through the hole and returned to the bedroom. He found his wife still in bed with the covers over her head.

Finally she lowered them. Her face was frozen with fear.

"I see you're back again," she said. "I'm sorry. I was so scared. I didn't dare pull the covers down the first time you came back into the room."

"What do you mean 'the first time'?" the man asked in surprise.

"Don't try to scare me," the wife said, her voice quaking. "You came into the room and sat on the bed. Then you went back out again. I'm sorry that I kept the covers over my head the whole time, honey. I was just too scared to put them down."

The woman's eyes widened in horror. "It you've been up in the attic … Heaven help me! WHAT WAS SITTING WITH ME ON THE BED?!!!!"

For the rest of the night the husband sat with his wife, his arms around the nearly hysterical woman. They finally fell asleep just before sunrise and slept until ten o'clock. An hour later, they were eating breakfast. Luckily it was a Saturday and the husband could enjoy a day off.

The man was just finishing his coffee when his still nervous wife announced that she was going into the living room to continue unpacking. Her terrified scream brought him running.

He looked up to where she was pointing. A huge pool of blood stained the ceiling and was dripping onto the sofa. Later that afternoon, the couple moved out of the house for good.