"Here we are!" Your father hums, parking the car in the run-down driveway of a massive, eerie-looking victorian manor. "Home, sweet home." He turns off the engine, opening the car door and stepping out. "Why don't you head inside and start exploring the place, sweetie?" He smiles at you, placing the key to the estate in your hand. "I'll get the rest of the bags from the trunk." Your father strides around the back of the car to grab the rest of your luggage, leaving you to your own devices.
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