"...is that my fate?"

I closed the book and started shaking. Every occupant of this house after Mark Finch found his knife and journal and continued the murder of young blonde girls, avenging a mother they never had, that they'd never even seen. I wondered if they dreamed about her like I did. Was her spirit somehow compelling all the owners of this house to carry on her son's wicked legacy? Or was it the power of suggestion? Did they become as obsessed with finding out the answers to this mystery as I have?

And is that my fate? To be the next killer?