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Prologue

SEVEN YEARS AGO

It was raining cats and dogs in Lark Creek, Virginia when it happened. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed from the stormy, gray clouds.

Somewhere near the creek, a Gothic-themed mansion stood there in all its glory; it was two-stories tall and surrounded by different beautiful tall trees, making the mansion look like a sacred haven in a deep forest, especially when viewed with the sun's shining rays.

But this night was different.

Inside the mansion, the father and son were in a deep argument. They argued and argued-voices so loud that the mother didn't want to interfere. Suddenly, the father stormed out of his study room to go downstairs. Just as he was about to take the first step, he outbalanced himself because of hurry and his fury. Down he went the grand staircase non-stop.

The mother and son were shocked to find the father at the foot of the stairs-his blood all over the floor. They grieved for their loss.

The next day, the mother and son left their home to forget the unfortunate event that had happened to them and to start a new life.

After the accident, the wonderfulness of the mansion near the creek was gone.

But there's still a question that's been lingering about the mansion: Was it really an accident?

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