Prologue
The mansion was gray and covered with ivy vine s and moss. There was a dead tree two feet away the farthest corner. Instead of lush green grass covering the front yard, it was dry and dull soil, brown in color. The gates were rusted as if it hadn't been repainted for at least a century.
Windows were shut tight as if light would steal the remaining life from the castle of despair. Sending a subliminal message almost as clear as water; like disheveled hair or an uncovered secret…it was that the mansion was sad as if hated for multiple generations and lifetimes.
Just merely looking at the place was heart wrenching. History that could not tell any of its knowledge. Mute. Sad, just liken whoever lived there. The loneliness was contagious on its own.