He could be happy again, free from her verbal abuse, annoying habits and endless lunatic theories on witchcraft, curses and satanic revenge. Peace, quiet and sanity returned again.
But yet . . . something was still there.
Something that hovered like a malignant cloud in every room, a desperate, foul evilness. Then Ralph knew that Laura would always there, would never be gone, never leave him alone. He was cursed.
So he burned the place down.