You arrive for a weekend cat sitting gig. The chatty brunette who greets you checks your ID and excitedly tells you that you have the same name as the original owner of the property. Your parents have never told you much about your family history, but you’re fairly certain you’ve never had relatives in the area. The brunette gleefully goes on to gossip about the home’s history, suggesting that it was once occupied by a mother and son who were very, very close. According to some, the pair had a secret son, but no one knows what happened to him.
