But Klaus didn't call Jack until he was sure that Caroline was asleep.

"Oh, my god!" Jack exclaimed, looking horrified when he saw the landlord's body. "What happened here? Who did this?"

Klaus nodded in Caroline's direction. "She did," he said. "This man treated her horribly and his death is well-deserved."

Jack shut his eyes tight. "Did you just bring me in here to look at that, or...?"

"No," Klaus shook his head. "I called you in here to dispose of the body. But before you go, do take a look at that body, Jack. Let the sight of the man's bloody, split skull be engrained in your memory forever. Because it could be you if you run into me when I'm having a bad day."

"Me?" Jack asked, his voice shaking. "Why me? What have I done?"

Klaus gave a humorless laugh. "Are you honestly asking me what you've done? Do you really not have any clue?" He gestured toward Caroline. "Think of all you've done to her. How you mistreated her. And then, you stay away from me. Unless of course, you have a death wish."

Jack swallowed nervously. "You were saying that you wanted me to take the body? Where do you think I should put it?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Don't be a fool, Jack. Use your imagination. You can put it wherever the hell you want as long as the guests don't see you. Now go!"

"I can't pick up this body by myself!" Jack said.

"Fine, go call Daniel to assist you," Klaus replied. "I think he's in the kitchen."

Jack nodded and left the room, coming back with Daniel a few minutes later. They removed the body and then Daniel set to work scrubbing the bloodstains out of the carpet.

"Is it gone?" Caroline asked Klaus, her eyes opening. "Is the body gone?"

Klaus nodded. "Yes, love. It's gone. I had Jack and Daniel take it away. You won't have to think of it again, ever."

Caroline looked at him and sighed. "Good," she said. "I know I should feel bad about killing him, but the fact is, I don't. He was horrible and it wasn't like he left a family behind or anything. If that were the case, I would feel bad. But he didn't, so I don't."

"You don't have to tell me," Klaus said. "I certainly won't judge you."

Caroline shut her eyes and nodded. "Thanks. At least someone won't." She stood up. "What should we do now? It's late. You wanna go to bed?"

"Actually," Klaus said, "remember how you told me that you wanted me to arrange a distraction for the guests while you carried out this little venture of yours? Well, I did. We're actually about to have a little sing-along in the music room. I would skip it, but it seems I'm the only one who's competent with the piano."

Caroline gasped and put a hand to her chest in fake shock. "I can't believe you're passing up sex with me to go play the piano...I'm impressed!"

Klaus grinned and nodded. "And I cannot believe you just split a man's head in two with an axe and you can still think about sex!"

Caroline grinned. "Does this mean we're rubbing off on each other?"

A smiled slowly curved Klaus' lips. He leaned forward and kissed her, his hand gently massaging her breasts. When they pulled apart for a moment, she moaned and he began kissing down her neck. "The piano," she said. "What about the piano?" She sucked in her breath as he pulled her shirt over her head.

Klaus kissed her again, laying her back on the bed. "What about the piano?"

"You said that everyone is in the music room waiting for you to do a sing along," Caroline reminded him. "Don't let me distract you from that. We want everyone to have a good experience here."

He paused kissing down her stomach to give her a look. "You're so cruel!" He said. "You get me all hot and bothered and then you have to go and remind me about my responsibilities!"

Caroline sat up. "Come on," she said. "I'll make it worth your while." She hopped off the bed and put her shirt back on.

"What does that mean?" He asked her. She walked to the door, turned back to him, and winked. "You'll see," she said.

When they got to the music room, everyone looked at Klaus expectantly. Finally, one of the guests stood up from his chair. "Glad to see you're back," he said. "We were beginning to worry that you'd gotten lost or something. We were gonna send out a search party to come and find you."

Klaus and Caroline grinned at each other, then Klaus said to the man, "Thank you for your concern, but I wasn't lost. I was simply looking for Caroline to see if she wanted to come and join us for our evening of fun. As you can see, she's kindly consented and here she is."

Caroline waved. "Hi, everyone! Are you all having a good time tonight?"

"YES!" The entire crowd in the music room said at the same time, very loudly.

Caroline nodded. "All right then! Let's get to singing then! Klaus and I will play the piano and you all will sing the loudest you possibly can, all right?"

The crowd in the music room nodded enthusiastically, then Caroline sat down next to Klaus at the piano while he played. At first, she just kept her arm around his shoulder, but as the sing-along went on and people got more and more into singing, her hand moved from his shoulder to his thigh, where she gave it a squeeze, then, over to his zipper, which she stealthily unzipped, slipping her hand inside his pants, rubbing him gently. He laughed and the piano hit a discordant note. The room went silent and Caroline quickly removed her hand. Then, Klaus turned to look at the curious crowd. "Sorry about that," he said. "I was just a little distracted." Then he gave Caroline a look as he started playing again. "You really are a naughty woman, you know that?" But there was a twinkle in his eye. She knew he wasn't really mad at her.

She grinned. "Well, I promised when we left the room I would make this worth your while."

"I'm proud to say you're not a liar," Klaus said. "What do you say we get out a few more songs and then send everyone off to bed?"

But the songs ended sooner then they thought when one of the guests came up with another request: "How about you tell us the story of the ghosts here?" She asked. "I heard that this place is haunted. Is that true?"

"Well, let's think," Caroline said. "Have you noticed any spirit activity?"

"No," the woman said. "But this is our first night here, and don't ghosts usually only come out at night?"

Caroline shrugged. "I really couldn't say. I haven't experienced anything myself, but I have heard stories."

"Really?" someone else asked. "What stories have you heard? Tell us! Tell us!" Before Caroline could get a word out, the chant went up. "Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!"

"I think you'd better tell them, love," Klaus whispered in her ear.

"Just a second," Caroline said and led Klaus into the hallway. "I don't know if I want to tell them what happened," she said. "I'm uncomfortable with the idea of using Theodore and Victoria's story to amuse people. It's not amusing! It's tragic!"

"Who says you have to tell them the real story?" Klaus asked. "Why can't you just make something up? How are they gonna know the difference? Besides, you do owe them something. You were the one who went and told them you'd seen spirits. And I thought we were gonna use Victoria and Theodore as an angle. I thought that was the whole point."

Caroline sighed. "Well, I guess I changed my mind," she said. "Besides, it will be much more fun making something up." She went back into the music room while Klaus went to get a flashlight. He came back with it a few minutes later and they turned the music room lights off and Caroline flipped the flashlight switch so that her face was illuminated.

"So," she said to everyone who watched her with eager eyes. "You want to hear the story of the ghosts in this house? You're a brave bunch. Cause it's not a pretty story. Once it's over, you're gonna go back to your rooms in pairs and no one will be able to sleep a wink. Does that bother any of you?"

"No!" everyone shouted.

"Okay," She grinned and sat down on the piano bench. "Now let's think of how I should start this story. I think I'll start with 'It was a dark and stormy night..."

All of a sudden, a crash of thunder made everyone scream. "Okay, okay," Caroline said. "I won't start it that way. I'll cut the dramatics and just be honest. One winter, a long time ago, like, before electricity or plumbing or anything, A man and his wife moved in this house. It was the dead of winter and the man had a terrible illness that kept him inside all the time. The couple's nearest neighbor was several miles away. Now, the husband understood that his wife would need some sort of amusement for herself while he recovered, so he ordered a piano for her. But when the piano came, he discovered a problem. It only came with one piece of sheet music and his wife could only play if she had sheet music in front of her. So she played the song over and over and over, slowly descending into madness. Finally, one day her husband couldn't take it any longer and he grabbed an axe, killing his wife and himself. Isn't that a bad story? And just think, none of it would have happened if she'd just had one more piece of sheet music."

After Caroline finished her story, the room was silent for a little while. Finally, a woman said cautiously, "That piano you've been playing for us all night...is that the one that the wife was playing when she got killed?"

"We're not sure," Caroline said. "But it's possible."

She felt a shiver go through the room. "So, who wants to go to bed now?" She asked the crowd.

Without saying a word, the crowd slowly got to their feet and dispersed, some muttering to themselves about how they were glad they hadn't brought their children along.

Once the music room was empty, Klaus turned on the light. "My god, that story was genius! Darkly comical and creepy at the same time. How did you come up with it?"

"I actually saw it on a ghost story show," Caroline said. "The actual version took place at a lighthouse. I hope I didn't give anyone nightmares. I don't want to think I kept people awake."

"Oh, please," Klaus said. "They wanted a scary story and you gave them one. Now, how about we go to our room and I will let you do your best to keep me awake."

Caroline nodded. "Okay. That will probably get rid of my guilt. And I'll have another happy thing to think about: How all the money I earn will be mine and none of it will have to go to my stupid ex-landlord!"

Klaus nodded. "That is good. You earn whatever money we get from this. You shouldn't have to give it away."

"And what are we gonna do about Jack?" Caroline asked. "Should we just keep him here?"

"Of course," Klaus nodded. "Why not? We could always use another set of hands."

They went to their room and were undressing for a night of passion when they heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Klaus called. "Is it an emergency?"

They got no response. Klaus went to open the bedroom door and found something sitting in the hallway next to the door. It was a small music box with a bird on it. Next to the music box was a note: it read, Another one of Theodore and Victoria's treasures. Enjoy it.

There was no signature.

"Who was it?" Caroline asked. "Is something wrong?"

Klaus turned and saw that she was just standing next to the bed in her underwear. He shook his head and came toward her. "Nothing, love. It's nothing." Then he kissed her again, slipping his hand between her thighs to stroke the hot skin there before pushing into her, over and over until both of them fell asleep.