Crookerville Manor.
Everyone hated it. It was the kind of old house that sent a shiver down your spine at just the sight of it. No one in Crookerville went near the place- unless you wanted to die. This is the difference between advice in Crookerville and London:
London Child Asks Mate: "I want to die, any advice how?"
Answer From Mate: "Commit suicide. Or don't hand in your maths homework…"
Crookerville Man Asks Friend: "I want to die, any advice how?"
Friend Answers: "sleep in Crookerville Manor for the night. You'll die somehow."
Everyone is serious. Spend the night at Crookerville Manor, and you won't come out not harmed. The rumours are all true. There really is a woman in there. A woman likely to shred you to bits or shove you into the fireplace or… it's too scary. Her local name was Mary-Anne Lukas. But she's now known as the Lady Black…
