
Imagine a solitary house standing on a wind-brushed hill. Its mansard roof angles sharply toward the sky. Ornate gingerbread trim curls beneath the eaves. A wrap-around porch stretches outward in patient stillness. Tall, narrow windows reflect the fading light without warmth.
What do you see?
A family home — or an unsettling nightmare?
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