Here’s the killer truth: A brutal murder can slash the price by as much as 50%. But would YOU do it? Bestselling author Sarah Slade Would!

By Whitney Roach [@KeepingItWeirdWithWhitney]

Welcome to Black Wood House! The stunning Victorian Gothic, built in 1889, lies right next door to a 400-acre bushland reserve. The two-story house comes with four generous bedrooms and a library and sits on two lush acres in a quiet wooded estate in Beacon, southeast of Melbourne.

And on the morning of February 4, 1980, Bill Campbell walked into the upstairs bedroom where his wife, Susan, lay sleeping and bashed her skull in with a hammer. After murdering her, Bill drifted down the hall into his seventeen-year-old daughter’s bedroom. Janet Campbell was getting dressed for school when her father walked calmly into her room and beat her with the bloodied hammer. She fled out the front door. Neighbors heard her screaming all the way up the road, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

When she was gone, Bill locked himself in the bathroom and took a fatal dose of acid and tranquilizers.

For 40 years, Black Wood House stood empty and silent. But on a quiet night, some people say they still hear the cries of Janet Campbell ringing out through the neighborhood.

Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.

But new owner, Sarah Slade, doesn’t believe it.

“Oh, we’re not superstitious!” Sarah laughs, leaning against her husband of three years, bartender Joe Cosgrove. “I see it as a business opportunity. Black Wood House has great bones, and we’re confident we can restore it and make a tidy profit.”