But I could not wait until sunrise, I could not sleep. I dressed, went out to the garage and produced and iron crow that I used to pull the boards from the floor on my quarters. With each creaking plank, I could hear whispers coming from below. I pulled enough to crawl through into the dark underneath with an electric lantern. The smell was of damp earth, and rot. I crawled on my hands and knees under the bedroom to the far side of the room where I could see a rise a few feet in front of me.  I made my way to it and peered over the edge.  The rise that turned out to be dirt piled along the edge of a cavity the size of the living room above it. As I cleared the rim I saw in all the horrific detail the mummified bodies of all those murdered souls long dead who occupied my dreams and the newly killed body of my beloved wife with the knife still firmly wedged between her ribs.