The next day, we split into three - the lady doc went to go check on those former Italian tenants at the loony bin, Henry went to do more research, and I drove Cartier and myself to the nearest police precinct. I don't think Carson really achieved anything from her trip other than pissing off the staff at the asylum, Henry just confirmed that Knott did indeed own the Corbitt House, and the police just redirected us to some court house. It was getting late though, so we all decided it would be the perfect time to go to the house that is supposedly driving normal people insane. To be honest, the time in the house was sort of a blur - a lot of moving beds, locking doors, and strange noises. We finally get down to the basement, when all of a sudden the door closes behind us and the lights go out. I replaced the fuse, only to see a goddamn blade suspended in the goddamn air. Woah nellie, that blade did a number on us. Henry somehow was able to get a hold on it, and after some patchwork courtesy of Dr. Carson, we continued exploring. I followed Carson through this hidden tunnel into a room with an extremely dead man on a wooden plank. I scanned the rest of the room when the next thing I knew, my eyes were locked with Gladys. Gladys and Peter were standing right in front of me - it all felt so real. I walked slowly towards them, each step feeling like a mile, and reached out my hand to my wife. Just as our fingers were about to touch, they disappeared. The dead man disintegrated. The noises stopped. The doors unlocked. We went home. The next morning we let Bernie know the house was habitable once again, and we received our compensation. I drove back to Corbitt's and returned to the room where I saw Gladys and Peter, hoping to see them once again. I saw nothing. I felt nothing. I feel nothing. I need a drink.