"Do you think we missed it?" Blair turned her head again and looked everywhere. Where the hell was this damn house? "I looked everywhere, but you just drive so damn fast!"

"Hey, it's not my fault, I can barely see the street in this town," Chuck growled. It was true, their old red car was surrounded by trees and there were only about five signs that showed them that they were still in America. "This looks like a horror movie."

"You know I adore old horror movies," she whispered and smiled at him. She knew that he wasn't a forest-boy. Not since that camping trip with his father, where a, probably drunk, hunter shot his father … It took three years for him to tell her about it and she was glad that his fear was almost gone. She carefully stroked his hand and kissed his cheek.

"Blair … I'm driving …" Chuck whispered and sighed strained.

"Remember the first time we watched 'When a stranger calls' together?" Chuck just shook his head but Blair just had to laugh. "I fell asleep while you couldn't answer your phone for a week!"

"Yeah, because I don't want people to tell me that they're inside my house and want to kill me …" Chuck murmured.

"You know, you love horror movies," she said and Chuck smirked for a while.

"I love you, that's all."

"I love me too." Blair grinned and both looked at the street again. They were together for five years now, and even married since last year. She loved Chuck more than her life, but Michael would always be the – dead – father of her children. And Chuck knew that.

The ring on her finger shined as some sunshine fell on him. The diamant had many different colours and made her smile every time. It was even more beautiful than her first one.

"Oh, holy crap …" Blair raised her head and looked into Chuck's surprised face. "I think, this is it."

The house was huge and it had really a cold aura around it, which fascinated Blair. "Wow …" she whispered and smiled. "Look at the ornaments!"

"How can you sell a house like that for such a small prize?" Chuck murmured and shook his head. "Perhaps nobody wants to live in it …"

"Chuck, I want it!" she said nervously. "Let us buy it!"

"Remember who has to work all these hours just for you to be happy …" he whispered and looked at her. She made her puppy-face and he gave up. "Let us see if the seller is already there …" He quietly drove to the house.

Yes, she was there. A small woman with an awkward hairstyle smiled at their car and looked nervous. Worried. "She's hiding something …" Chuck whispered and Blair hit him.

"You and your pessimism," she growled and rolled her eyes. "This house is beautiful!" She didn't want to hear his answer, she just left the car and Chuck cursed.

"Blair, you know, we're still searching!" Chuck screamed after her and got out of the car, too. Blair didn't wait for him; she went straight to the seller. She didn't look like she was hiding something; she just wanted to sell something and that was completely normal.

"Hello, my name is Maureen," the woman said and shook Blair's hand. "I guess you're here to see the house."

"I'm Blair and this," she turned her head to Chuck, who was standing next to her and didn't look very happy, "is my husband. Don't worry, he's mostly an Idiot."

Maureen smiled for a second and then played nervously with her map. "You might want to take a look at the house?"

"We would love to." Blair took Chuck's hand and dragged him into the house. The cold aura disappeared, the house was warm and Blair felt welcome. There were black and white pictures all over the walls of some very important moment in the history of the USA and also some of Europe. But there was also a family portrait. It looked really old and the man had a beard and smiled while a woman next to him looked at her children, who were sitting under them. Two boys and a girl, the girl had a little teddybear with black eyes, staring at Blair.

"Who is that?" she asked and Maureen seemed worried.

Maureen took the photo and said with a little smile: "Oh, that's just the family who lived here before. The DeFeo's. Lovely people; Ronald knew how to make the funniest jokes."

"What happened to them?" Blair didn't get an answer, Maureen didn't even blink. Her face expression was numb.

"There are awesome views from the children's room," the woman continued. "If you have children of course!"

"Oh, we have," Blair said and took Chuck's hand again. He was cold as ice but pressed her hand softly. "Three, to be specific."

"And there are three rooms for them!" Maureen said and went to a door. It looked like the ones they had in their apartment and it made Blair smile for a second. As they stepped in, Chuck murmured: "Wow, look at the view." When they looked out of the window, they could see the whole lake infront of them. They even had a little shed for Chuck's boat.

"It seems like this house is made for you."

But Chuck still seemed skeptical. "I think we both need time to talk about it," Chuck said to Maureen and she nodded, leaving the room without a word. As soon as she was gone, Chuck started to relax a little bit again. "I have a bad feeling with this house … I can feel it."

Blair sighed and laid her finger on his lips. "This is the cheapest one we will get," she said and kissed him. "And I adore it." She kissed him again, just to feel his little smirk on her lips. "Is this little grin a Yes?" She looked at him for a long time before he sighed and nodded. She couldn't help herself but fall into his arms.

Chuck was so surprised that he even fell on the ground. But then he laughed and hugged her too. They both started laughing and Blair kissed Chuck again. They were so busy kissing each other that they didn't hear that Maureen stepped into the room again. "So, are we happy?"

"Yes, we are," Blair said and let go of Chuck.

Chuck sighed. "She is. I am broke."

"I just have to ask," Chuck said when they were outside the house again. He had this strange feeling the minute since he first saw the house and it didn't seem to disappear. "There just has to be something bad about it!"

Maureen looked at the ground; she once opened her mouth but couldn't speak. He could barely hear her when she whispered: "About 30 years ago, something really bad happened. A tragedy …" Maureen looked at both for a second and neither of them seemed to know what she meant. "A murder. A whole family has been murdered."

"Oh my …" Blair whispered and her mouth opened for a second. "In this house? And please, I don't like jokes like these."

"Sadly, it isn't a joke," Maureen said. It took all her strength to smile again. "But we don't look back, noone in the town does." Chuck looked at Blair and, but only for a second, he could see a little bit of disgust in her eyes. "And this house is beautiful, just made for you and your family!"

"But isn't it weird …" Blair whispered and looked at Chuck. "Buying a house where a family has been murdured …?"

"Well," Chuck said and smiled. He softly kissed her forehead. "Houses don't kill humans. Humans kill humans."

"Exactly!" Maureen said and nodded. "So, you take it?"

"We take it."