The mansion was nowhere near as old as the city it occupied, yet somehow it gave the impression it had always been there and the city had grown around it. Even it's Victorian architecture and white marble, now smeared with soot, vines, and a patina of neglect still seemed timeless to anyone who found themselves staring at the abandoned house.<br/><br/>However that wasn't many people or often. The house was part of local history, everyone learned about its history  in school, but somehow everyone seemed to forget it was there despite its prominent position and the gruesome stories that surrounded it. Something about the building repelled the average onlooker. Which was just the way the house wanted it, that is until it was time to feed.<br/><br/>It's time had come again, and over the past few weeks, a malign influence had spread like tendrils over the city, reaching for the minds of those who harbored dark secrets and desires, drawing them together outside the gates at the foot of the hill.