"A real looker isn't it?" Mulder joked as he and Scully approached the Cromwell house. It was located on a back road about fifteen minutes from town.

"Are you sure we didn't take a wrong turn, because this house looks like June Cleaver should be greeting us at the door?" Scully remarked sarcastically. Yes every once in a while she let her funny side slip.

"This house is in amazing shape. Mulder, you said it's been around since the late 1700's?" She continued. He stopped walking and opened a manila envelope he had been holding.

"These are some real estate records for the house. Each family that has lived in this house has spent several thousand dollars on it. It doesn't look like any of them had any luck however. None of the families lived in the house for more then two years." Mulder closed the file and put it back in his jacket.

"OoOo." Mulder joked, waving his hands around like a ghost. Scully began walking towards the house again.

"Mulder, didn't the local police close this area off to the public?" She asked as she pointed to the door. It was open a crack. Both agents pulled out there weapons and entered the house slowly. There was nothing that struck them as being strange immediately. The inside of the house looked quite welcoming actually. The sun shined through the bare windows casting small rainbow reflections on the hardwood floor. They both checked out the downstairs and found nothing. Mulder motioned to follow him up the stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs they split apart. Scully went through two empty rooms, and then entered a room that looked like it had last belonged to a baby. There were still dusty boxes stacked on top of one another. She could hear someone or something moving behind one of the boxes. She slowly approached the stack with her gun drawn. As she stepped forward the wooden floor creaked loudly. A black cat ran frightened out of the room. She let out a deep breath.

As she crossed the hallway she didn't immediately see her partner.

"Mulder?" She yelled out into the rooms.

"Scully, I'm in here!" He yelled back to her from inside one of the closets. As she approached him she could see that he had found some sort of hidden doorway.

"Where do you think it goes?" She asked him.

"Well, there's only one way to find out." He replied. He started down the stairs. She had been afraid that would be his answer. The stairs were stone and very close together. It was a very narrow staircase, the stone walls around them were damp from the humidity. It was completely dark besides the flashlight Mulder held. The further they got down the stairs, the more they could see of the hidden room. It was rather large, the floor was covered in puddles and old candle sticks.

"So they weren't neat freaks." Mulder joked. He walked cautiously towards the middle of the room where a single table stood. He looked at the surface and shined the light down on it. Both agents looked at each other.

"Well at least we know what we are dealing with now."

As soon as they left the house and got into there rental car, Scully picked up her phone and dialed feverishly. It only took a few rings for the other end to answer.

"Monica Reyes." She always sounded so chipper when picking up her phone.