Prolouge

There is a house that sits beyond dark, dense woods.

Like the world fading into view after a dream, that old mansion appears before You.

Without realizing it, You instinctively accept as truth the events unfolding before You.

The house lives in perpetuity--an amalgam of myriad fates and generations.

No one knows who first said

that the mansion was cursed.

Our Father,

who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Have mercy on me, O Father,

and cast their souls into eternal damnation.