When I step through the doors I instantly understood where Griefhall Mansion had got its name. I weren't usually sentimental but now deep melancholy emtombed within building crept over me almost overwhelming strength.
I had visited mansion once, just few days ago. I had came to visit my dear friend who had came mansion to recover from stress, constant nightmare, depression and cronical pain It had seemed that half dozen of miles away from hurry of modern day had made miracles – she had been beaming, filled with happiness, joy and love.
Now she was dead.
Janitor had contacted me as quickly it had been possible and he was waiting my arrival. He was old, well-dressed man.with unwashable sad gloom atteched to his gaze. I had found him weird when I had first met him but now that same gloom was only thing that prevented me to give up. I wanted to flee and cry my eyes out but something in his stern silence kept me together... Even now, long later, I have hard to put finger on it what it