Her brow lifted. “Mmm-hmm. It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that you got Sydney’s number from me five minutes ago?”
“No, it does not.”
Lou’s husband, Bill, came around the corner, a grim look on his face. “Murphy, we need to check out this call. Someone called in stating they think they heard a girl screaming from the old witch house.”
I was instantly on high alert. “The old witch house?”
“Oh yeah. Sorry about that. Old habit. The address is 310 Essex Street.”
“The museum?”
Bill nodded, kissed Lou on the forehead, and motioned for me to follow him.
As Bill and I headed out to our squad cars, Lou called out, “I am not letting this go, Officer Murphy.”
Lifting my hand in a wave, I replied, “I didn’t think you would.”
Bill and I pulled into the parking lot of the museum. The place was pitch black, but I swore I saw something move across the window. Pulling out my gun, I spoke into my radio to Bill, who was now walking up the steps of the museum.
“Movement in the upstairs window.”
“That’s probably one of the ghosts.”
I stopped walking and stared at him as he tried the door. From his lack of entry into the house, it had to be locked.
“Did you say ghosts?”
“Go around back, take the left side of the house. I’ll go right. And yeah, Mike, haven’t you done any research of the area like Doug said? The old Corwin house is haunted. Very haunted.”
I rolled my eyes as I made my way around the house, listening for anything unusual.
“Sorry, Bill. I don’t believe in that sort of stuff.”
“Trust me, you will.”
We met up at the back of the house. I reached down and pulled on the doors for the cellar. They were locked.
“Back door is unlocked,” Bill said quietly. I quickly made my way over to him so we could enter the house together.
“Do we know who called it in?” I asked.
“Not yet. Lou, can we get more info on the caller,” he said into his radio.
“Ten four. The alarm company said the alarm hadn’t been activated.”
Bill and I exchanged a look before I stepped into the house.
“Salem PD!” I shouted.