Crane Castle
He decided that he didn’t like this place at all. Something dark, something wrong, lurked here.
They didn’t arrive until very late. He was falling asleep by the time the car drew up outside yet another remote, isolated manor. This one was fortified like a castle, hidden in the depth of dark, threatening woods. He could see that part of the house was in ruins, a wing of blackened stone and empty window arches. A faint whiff of ghostly smoke still clung to the building, lending it an air of gothic horror. He shivered in the shadows, listening to the rustles and whispers of the living trees surrounding them. The house repelled him, but his fear of the woods and his bone-deep exhaustion pushed him on.