The house was large and spacious. A dream house. A mansion. There could have been many names for it. Legends concealed themselves in its dark corners. The library was said to be enchanted, but that of course was just here-say, like the many tales of sleeping beauties being locked up in its turrets. Then of course there was plenty of talk of the woman that lived within its massive walls. Some said she was a murderess who killed her whole family and was destined to live imprisoned in her own home. While others said she was a fairy that would either curse you or bless you with your most wanted desires within your heart. There were still talk that she was an Arabian princess, as ridiculous as some such gossip may have been parts here and there were true.
But it wasn't until that September morning when things within the house became even more interesting.
It had been quiet and dark for so long when all of the sudden on the first of September it came to life. The lights went on in the house, a gardener was outside trimming the hedge. A butler answered the door for unwanted visitors and even the oh so mysterious occupant came out to feel the few sunny days that were left. She was old and wrinkled but her eyes were radiant and filled with untold tales and secrets. Kids, without their parents permission, seemed to be drawn to the house. And one day a car pulled up in front of it and out stepped two young women.