That same insurance company has another commercial. The Pasta Pro commercial again. Another promo for A River Runs Through It. THAT SAME BOSE COMMERCIAL. That same Dan Aykroyd promo. Is it me, or does Vision TV need some better salespeople?

Evelyn and Keel are driving away, with Evelyn apologizing because something seemed off with Skeet before. And it doesn't anymore? Now he seems perfectly fine to you? Something seems off to Keel, but not because Skeet's acting weird. No, it's because of the black onion in the kitchen, which could be the sign of an "evil presence." Or it could be a sign of "food gone bad." I mean, if mouldy food is the sign of an evil presence, I'd better call the Ghostbusters to exorcize my fridge. Evelyn wonders if Keel is saying the house is haunted. Keel figures the house is, or Paul is, or both. Which raises a question, says Evelyn: why are we driving away? Keel needs to find out the "history" of the house. Ohhhh-kaayyyy…well, you just go on your little sojourn to the land titles office, and let's hope Skeet doesn't go batshit crazy in the meantime.

Back in the kitchen, Rebecca is pouring this jug of oil, I guess, into a pot, and she says she thought she'd make fried chicken for dinner, and Skeet's all, "You look gooood," and wonders if this is a "date" and she hesitates but then says it is, while The Piano of Alarming Psychosis tinkers bravely on in the background. Skeet hangs the keys up a nail that I guess is supposed to be out of her reach, even though I think she's taller than he is.

And Keel has driven halfway across the county to find the real estate agent who rented out the cabin, and she's currently at an open house, telling people lies about resale value. She rebuffs Keel's initial general inquiry about the house, since it's already been rented, but gets all shifty-eyed when Keel says he's interested in the history of the house because he's writing a book on haunted houses in the area. "Who says it's haunted?" she asks. Keel just looks at her. She says "Mrs. Spencer" lived in that house until she was 81 years old and died peacefully in her sleep a year ago. Keel wants to know if she knew Mrs. Spencer. She says Keel probably heard kids refer to her as "Spooky Spencer," and tells him that Mrs. Spencer's husband ran off with another woman years ago, breaking her heart. She boarded up all the windows and became a bit of a recluse. Keel's not convinced that's the whole story. "Why is the rent so cheap? Something else happened in that house, didn't it?" She says nothing, just stares at him.