Untended and unkempt the two story Victorian ruin of a home was the source local folklore. Ominously overlooking the town perched on high upon the mountain side; a shadow of its former glory. Whispers tell of a once glorious home, a site of socialites glorying in their decadent wealth until the fire.
No one dares trespass its cursed grounds fearful of the specters which haunt its ruined halls. Locals say if you listen closely late at night, you can still hear the tortured screams of the victims over the howling wind. Trapped. Damned. Doomed to relive that fateful night for all time.
How the fire started is anyone’s guess, but the locals swear the wealthy elite crossed a crone – mocking her desperate pleas for mercy; unaware of the power flowing in her veins. And it is said, some have seen the crone wandering the grounds, mocking their haunting cries.
Author’s Note: Writing is inspired by this week’s Miniature Writing Challenge.