Melinda looked around the bedroom. So many great items, but she knew she needed the safe. "Andrea, what do you think of the armoire?"

Andrea smiled. "It's out of our budget, especially since you seem determined to get the safe."

"It's really lovely, though and I think it would sell well." Melinda opened the doors of the armoire and was greeted by the smell of old cedar and something else decaying that Melinda couldn't place her finger on. She slammed the door and held her hand over her nose.

"He always did that, you know." The mysterious lady appeared beside Melinda. "What ever it was that reminded him of me, well, he just had to destroy it by putting a dead rat in it." The ghostly figure looked sadfully around the room. She pointed to the bed. "Do you see it?"

"What?" Melinda looked at the bed.

"The blood."

Melinda looked but saw no trace of blood. "I'm sorry, I can't see any blood."

"LOOK AGAIN!" the lady screamed.

"I still don't see anything." Melinda tried to remain calm as to not bring attention to herself.

"THIS IS WHERE HE KILLED ME!"

"I didn't kill you!" Melinda jumped at the sound of a male voice beside her.

"Your cretans killed me on your behalf, Theodore."

Melinda tried to fake a smile, trying not to let on that there was something going on around her. Andrea looked at Melinda and sighed. "We have ghosts, don't we?" Andrea had become used to Melinda's ghost seeing and knew not to freak out any more.

"Two."

"Two?" Andrea was surprised. "I thought there was just the lady."

"There was. But now, there's a man name Theodore."

She saw the male look at her and he approached her. "You can see me, can't you?" Melinda tried to not look at him.

"Of course she can see you, idiot. Who do you think I was talking to? Myself?" The lady smarted.

The guy faced the lady. "That's what got ye killed, Hattie. That mouth of yers. All ye ever did was nag and smart off when a woman was to only speak when spoken to."

Hattie snorted. "That was always the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. You know that you couldn't handle the fact that I was always smarter than you and had more to say and actually KNEW what I was talking about. You, on the other hand, were nothing more than a miscreant who was raised by a family of apes."

The guy raised up his hand. "If I knew hitting you were to work, I'd slap you so hard..."

"STOP IT!" Melinda suddenly yelled and all eyes turned on her. She smiled weakly. "Sorry, I was trying to convince myself to not think of the armoire." She made her way to the garden.

Andrea just looked at Melinda. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Melinda played innocent.

"Don't play innocent with me, Melinda. You don't ever yell at yourself to not buy something." Andrea spoke softly, but firmly.

Melinda looked around and leaned in close to Andrea. "I think there was a murder here."

"Really?" Andrea was surprised.

"Yes, really." Melinda looked at the female figure. "I think that she's not mentioned because he did everything he could to wipe her memory from here."

"Didn't work, did it, Theodore?" Hattie snapped.

"Until she came along, it did." Theodore snapped back. "Everyone just thinks that this was a man's house."

Melinda sighed heavy. "Andrea, these two are fighting worse than any spirits I've ever come in contact with." She kept her voice soft. "I don't know what to do."

"Send them on." Andrea looked around. "Where are they?"

"By the fireplace and the bed." Melinda kept her movements still and her voice low.

"What are they fighting about?" Andrea was intrigued.

"If you had just listened like a good wife should..." Melinda heard Theodore yell and she looked at Hattie, who merely snorted. "You..." Theodore looked at Melinda. "I bet you obey your husband and do exactly what he demands you to do. Is it too much to ask that she obey my every whim and wish?"

Melinda didn't know how to respond. She realised they were in two different decades. "We are in two completely different centuries. What was acceptable then isn't now."

"But should men have ever had the right to..." Hattie started.

"SHUT UP!" Theodore shouted. "I told you not to speak until you were spoken to."

Melinda hid a laugh as Hattie stuck her tongue out at Theodore.