The yard is always slightly overgrown, as if manicured that way on purpose. The path to the door is always clear. The windows are always clean, yet no furnishings can be seen from outside. There are never lights on in the house, but the fence stays lit year round. No one has ever witnessed workers or residents in or around the property, children tell stories about about dark creatures that lives there and dare one another to knock on the door, but they never do. Parents warn their children to stay away from the mysterious property. Even teenagers dare not cross the property line.
The mysterious manor simply stands at the end of an unpaved road at the edge of a small town. There are no public records on the property, but no one can remember a time in history that the house wasn’t there. No mail is ever delivered, in fact, the house has no actual address. Its as if it doesn’t exist, yet it does. Its presence simply looms in the distance.