.........Many things have happened at Wareham Manor, things which defy explanation. One would tend to place these events in the realm of the supernatural - whispering voices in the night, mad cackling laughter, strange unexplained noises, horrible cries of terror, howling wind moaning through the musty old structure, but these things, all of them, are natural to Wareham Manor.
.........Staircases creek; curtains & draperies billow of their own accord; great crystal chandeliers gently rock back & forth; doors slam; & something walks in the night, something quite malicious, something quite dead. And a cold air is always left where it has trodden. These things & more are Wareham Manor. It is certainly not a place to stay for any overtly extended period of time. And yet, I am here!
.........Why, you would ask?
.........Welcome to Wareham Manor, my family’s estate perched on the rocky terraces overlooking the Atlantic Coast of northern Maine. The shadows are long here…brooding shadows that reach for one’s heart & soul when one is not watching, shadows with a life of their own, & none too wholesome.
to be continued...if nothing happens...