"This place is dangerous, Malc. We'd better go."

"Just a little longer, love. I just want to see if there is any chance of making a go of this. It was a lot of money to plunk down just to walk away."

"We can sell it on, Malc. We were suckers. There has to be someone else who will buy into this—same as we did."

"Maybe. Let's go a little further."

Slowly we moved toward the edge of the cliff until it was Ruth's turn to stumble. Squatting down, I discovered she had tripped upon what seemed to be the foundation stones of another building. All that was left of it was one side, the other three looking as though they had already made the tumble into the sea.

"Lighthouse, perhaps," I decided as I glanced out to sea. It would make sense to have one in such a hazardous locale. The waves crashing upon the jagged rocks below suggested the need for one. "The sea has claimed it. How long ago, I have no idea."

Extracting the large keyring from my front jeans jacket pocket, I turned my steps toward the old Victorian. "You're not going in there?" Ruth squealed in terror.

"Why not?" I answered, determined to check it out. "We might be able to extract a few antiques. Maybe make some of our money back."

"You're crazy."

"Am I, love?"

"Yes."

Nevertheless, Ruth accompanied me inside. Whether it was from fear of being left alone or curiosity, I couldn't guess. Stepping into the foyer beyond the screen and storm door entrance, we were confronted by two identical doorways that opened with different keys. "A duplex," my wife whispered as each entrance revealed duplicate sitting rooms. "It looks as though the house was split into two dwellings at one time. It wouldn't have been built like this."

"You take one side and I'll take the other," I suggested as I stepped toward the left-hand doorway.

"Shouldn't we stay together?" Ruth tentatively questioned.

"It'll be all right," I nonchalantly responded. "No such thing as ghosts, remember."

"No such thing..." she murmured as she entered through the right side.