(Editor's Note: If you have not yet read "Part One - Four", please go to the Horror Archive and read those stories, first. Thank you, TDS.)

“Holy shit!” Justin exclaimed as he flopped back against the headboard. “Do you know what this means, baby? This means that you are living, breathing proof of Emma and Jebediah’s love affair.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his palms down his face.

“Maybe that’s why all this is happening—why I saw Emma’s ghost and why I was drawn to this story.”

“Susan, do you realize this means you are related to all of the Warning Killer’s victims as well, since they were all related to Jebediah?” Justin asked as he straightened back up in the bed. “So, stupid question: do you want to pay the $24.95 fee for each of the family trees?”

Turning to look at her husband for the first time since seeing her grandmother’s name illuminated on the computer screen, Susan said, “You’re right, that was a stupid question.” She then leaned over and gently kissed his lips to soften her statement. “And yes, I do want to get the full trees, no matter the cost.”

Turning the laptop so it was facing him, he punched keys and within moments had requested complete versions of all the family trees and shut down the computer. When he finished, Justin climbed out of bed and asked, “What shall I cook for dinner?”

Smiling mischievously, Susan said, “I must be hearing things. I could swear you just mentioned cooking dinner by yourself.”

“You’re a real comedian,” he replied, as he walked around the foot of the bed. Reaching down, he took Susan’s hands and helped her from the bed. Enveloping her body within his arms, he held her close and whispered, “You scared me today. I have never been so terrified.”

Resting her cheek on his chest, Susan wrapped her arms around Justin’s waist and simply held him. “Oh, honey, it’s alright. I’m okay. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

Rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, Justin squeezed his wife one last time before taking her hand and walking toward the door. “So would you like PB and J or PB and J?”

Cupping her chin between her thumb and forefinger as though considering, Susan chuckled and said, “I think I will have the PB and J.”

Hours later, after insuring Susan had eaten and was once again settled in bed, Justin went through the first floor locking doors and checking that the windows were closed. As he passed the front door, a scrape of paper lying on the floor caught his attention.

As he crossed the room, Justin felt a cold breeze brush past him. Bending to retrieve the torn scrape, the hairs on his neck stood on end and Justin had the feeling he was being watched. He stood quickly and glanced around to verify he was alone before looking at the paper he held.

On the age yellowed paper, he saw a pencil sketch of Susan walking into a building that had columns and steps leading toward double doors. From her earlier description, he could tell this was supposed to be the town library. Written below the crude picture was the phrase, “You will never be unfaithful again. Soon you will be sorry.”

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