It whispered, urging them to move quicker, but each step became heavier than the last as dread hung over their heads.
There is only but the howl of the wind once outside, but none of them could even relax the tension that wrapped around them like a vice as they feel a heavy gaze trained on them. It beckoned them all the way to the back of the mansion, the place even more of a ruin compared to the front. White, marble heads of statues depicting gargoyles and serpents scattered all over the pathway, and shrubs with thorns decorated the ground.
Still, the miniature maze made out of tall green shrubs was magically still intact as if someone still tended to it. A lone flower floated in the wind, one in the shape of a bell accompanied by a dark round cherry in its stem. It looked shriveled, it
