<span style="font-weight: bold">Intro:</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>The house stood, eyeless and silent, as it had stood for over a century. It rose three stories over the ravaged forest where the fire had etched tree agony into eternity. The local fog did little to dispel the dusting of evil that surrounded the house and the grounds. Evil had a way of infecting the very bricks and mortar that make up a house, much like malaria rides in the blood of the innocent. The evil mocked at the weak men and puny women that had the audacity to believe they could own the house.<br/><br/>The evil, wrapped in the form of a woman most of the time, drifted through the rooms. Sinuous and winding, the evil touched the grandfather clock and the velvet curtains alike. The Persian rug, its colors faded to gold and the horse hair sofa were not exempt from the corrupting vapor that wafted in the air. But today.. well, today was different. The very air boiled with agitation.</span><br/><br/><br/>Dolly, a short blonde woman, walked around hummed small pieces of pop music melodies, while she opened the curtains to letting the early morning light shine through the large windows.<br/>Today was a very special day, and she was so excited.<br/>Today was the very day this old-fashioned, but very luxurious house officially became hers property. Along with a small group of other people she barely knew, but that only added to the excitement. She was a very social woman anyway, so she didn’t mind spending her life so close to strangers.<br/><br/>Only a few months earlier, Dolly’s mother had kicked her out of the house. As she had never bothered to find her own place to settle down, she surely was forced to do so now.<br/>Dolly had spent the nights staying with friends is these months, while she eagerly searched for a home during the days. That was not an easy job, as she was poor on money without her mother’s support.<br/><br/>But after a while of searching, she had luck and meet a group of people in a forum, that was like her, just as desperate for a new place to live. They had together found this cheap, a surprisingly cheap, but well able house that were already filled up with its own unique furniture, and agreed to share the costs of the ground.<br/>Hummed happily for herself, while welcoming in the sunshine. She had come early and first, had already packed out her stuff and claimed her room. The room closest to the front entrance, and which had a door that couldn’t close properly. But she didn’t really mind that as much, as privacy wasn’t one of the most important things for her, and she thought she could just as well spare the others for that annoyance.