We both stared at the vast mansion. Vines covered her face, wantonly crawling through the broken windowpanes. “How long since anyone lived here?” He rubbed his chin. “Forty years or better, I’d say. When I was a boy, there were festivals and picnics on the grounds. All very grand.” “What happened?” “Now that’s the thing everybody’d like to know, miss. One day, it was all thriving and busy, and the next, the lot of them disappeared.”
