Me: "Who are you?" Woman: "You're home early." Me: "This is my house." Woman: "I know." Me: "How did you get inside?" Woman: "Your husband gave me a key." Me: "My husband is traveling." Woman: "He told me you'd say that." Me: "Leave." Woman: "You should sit down first." Me: "I'm calling the police." Woman: "Then ask them about the woman who lived here before you." Me: "What woman?" Woman: "The one whose clothes are still in the attic." Me: "We bought this house six years ago." Woman: "Did you ever check the attic?" Me: "I'm not discussing this with you." Woman: "Your husband said you'd be difficult." Me: "Stop talking about my husband." Woman: "Ask him why he never lets you open the locked room upstairs." Me: "There is no locked room upstairs." The woman slowly looked toward the ceiling. Woman: "That's what he told you?"