After sundown, Longs’ Mansion wakes up to a different reality. There are strange echoes from the hall of even the softest footfalls or whispers.
” Who are these whisperers? Lily tried to listen to the sounds of silence from her sick bed. Dr. Lily Long surmised it was her disoriented mind. “It cheats us often when we are alone” she reasoned.
But her room was freezing on a warm spring night. A chill ran through her every atomy, and an uncanny smell defied her logic. The smell was feminine and familiar.
Her gaze shifted nervously to every corner of her room. The curtains moved gently in the night breeze. Only the Monalisa painting on the wall smiled at her mysteriously.
As night thickens, the demonic mansion expands to let the shadowy presence reign in the corridors and landings.Even the gargoyles break out into evil grins.
The night owl shrieks daily from the orchard, and Sandra, the cook, listens to the tappings of a walking stick in the downstairs gallery.
“Have I locked my door?” She wonders.
