Looking into my library. That stove was a modernization of the fireplace that was once there. It was installed in 1852.
His portrait rests in my bookcase and her's prominently sits on my piano. You look at the portraits from one angle and you see a perfectly ordinary couple. However, look again and you will see them immortalized in their death states, letting us know that their story ended in woe and death.
Looking into my library from the dining room
Another clue that they met a grisly end, rather than just having run off into the sunset together, rests on the piano. Beside their wedding cake topper, depicting a skeleton man asking a skeleton woman to be his bride, magically appeared a hearse being driven by a skeleton man one day. It had never been there before. Perhaps a bit of the witch's magic has lingered in her home to let us know not to look for them, for they are no longer of the material world.
If they had left by choice, rather than tragedy, he would never have left all of his precious bottles of potions, on the shelves, which he slaved to create in his insane genius. Even though he was quite mad, he never would have left without locking them up. And she would never have left her book of spells and potions, that still sits on the bookcase.
Nor would she have left her magical broom, that still sits by the woodstove, or her familiar, the crow that rests on the pumpkin, waiting for its master.
Midnight, the crow, eternally waits.
And though the scientist was very absent-minded, and never thought of picking up after himself, the witch was notoriously tidy and kept the house immaculate. It wasn't hard with her magical broom and spells! She never would have let massive spiderwebs overtake the library.
A picture of the witch's ex-boyfriend, the headless Horseman, remains. She dated him while he still had his head, of course!
The portraits of their three little girls, and their oldest daughter's familiar, her precious dog, Minny, still hang above the couch. Since their parents' disappearance, however, they have been shipped off to Salem to live with their mother's family.
No one has yet discovered the fate of the witch and mad scientist, but many theories float about. Some of are the mind that one of the scientist's untested and untried potions went horribly awry and sent the couple to another dimension. Some think, that in a jealous fit, the headless Horseman carried them away, killing off the scientist and making the witch his corpse bride. We may never know. But they left us a wonderful gift. A mystery, and a good mystery, sprinkled with clues, is a gift that will keep one occupied for years.