When you you arrive in the town you stop by a dinner for lunch. You ask if anyone knows directions to Bluebell house. You met with uncomfortable stares and whispers. You don't understand why everyone is suddenly acting like this. After lunch you drive up a long tree covered driveway. The path twists and turns until you arrive at an old iron gate that's 10 feet tall with a leafy vine pattern. You remove the lock and chain and continue driving. This is not just a house but a manor.
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