The Mansion of malice

nd estate loomed before us, its windows shattered, its doors hanging crookedly on hinges that seemed to scream in the wind. The air reeked of rot and decay

ing consumed by the passing of time. It was a place of dark legend, a house

with ease, leaving behind a trail of blood and terror. But in the end, it was not the police or a brave victim

nument to The Butcher's crimes. It was a place to be avoided, a place w

entirely different. It was a place of possibility, a place w

Jack, the thrill-seeker; Sarah, the skeptic; and Matt, the believer. They had all been

e, they were on the hunt for gold and treasure,

"The Butcher was a wealthy man, and he didn't spend all of his money on killi

still there?" Sarah asked, he

, consulting her notes. "He didn't have time to re

hts. They knew the risks of breaking into the mansi

"Alright, let's do it. W

nd with that, they se