A Memoir of a father's love and painful parting. This is a story written in tears.

“A mansion built on a desolate hill Where the grandeur masks the horrors within Where shadows lurk, all ready to kill And the whispers speak of warnings and deaths A labyrinth of corridors you will get lost If you are not attentive enough It is your life that will cost “Don’t fret, my dear,” she’ll assure you. Do not give in to her tempting powers For she’ll entrap you within her grasp And your death will occur in mere hours” Oblivious of the dangers she is going to face, Genessa Black is to live in that eerie mansion with her father and her peculiar stepmother. Already having trouble with her sanity, will she be able to escape from her cursed home? Or will she end up like the other unfortunate souls?