The letter was sent and the girl had received it. This was well known. Now all that was required was to wait for her to come. Three letters and all three were in languages that would possibly be known. She had to show up.
The place the letters sent her to was an estate, so close but yet far from the place that still suffered the nightmares given to the people by the girl. The village of her origin was so near the three lakes that found condolence in each other. This estate lay just across the lakes, far enough for seclusion but close enough that everyone knew it was there.
The lands were extensive and throughout it all the manor lay so close to the edge of the rock cliff that dropped into the icy cold waters many wondered how the manor itself stayed out of the waters. It was wedged between the lakes and the mountains themselves.
When approaching the manor one would have to pass not only through a wrought iron gate that stood high enough to almost be a wall, but also pass by a personal cemetery that held the tenants from many ages. To simply look at the grounds and surrounding area it looked as if the only area that was kept up to top shape was the cemetery itself.
The area had a feel of trespassing to any that wondered pass the gates and the many gargoyles and statues scattered about the whole land helped to lend to this feeling of forebode with its ever watching eyes.
The house looked to be in disuse and the only things holding it up was the excellent skills of the builders. The walls the color of dulled white washed stone and the wooden accents would have been at one point the color of roses.
There were many gardens around the home that had been left to their own doings for so long that there was no separation of where the flowers stopped and the vegetable garden started. All of it threatened to overtake the house that had now become the trellises for the multiple climbing plants. The only thing that seemed to be void of vegetation was the door itself that swung loosely in the wind as if the place had been abandoned or left without even shutting the exit behind them.
When she came everything would be silent as if waiting for her. They were waiting for her. This was where she was supposed to be. Here within the grasps of the old that was constantly fighting off the new. The one thing that would be found as out of place is when she had fled her home in the village it was still said that this house was occupied. So where were they now?




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