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why did I never question the mansion being so clean despite how old it was claimed to be? And more importantly, now that I’m lifted from whatever influence this place had over the cul-de-sac why was I the only one? � � � Contrary to my earlier sentence there were a good amount of trees near the pathway, not much but more considered what you’d see to the rest of the fields. When you saw trees around the path more often then you should have it was a sign you were getting close to the mansion. I wondered if Greg had to deal with this? Then I wondered If Greg HAD to deal with this? Supernatural speaking, I wasn’t the one who was at all in to that stuff, and Greg was into a lot but as far as I’ve seen kept a distance away from actually going out and pursuing something like that to this degree. For someone like him, he was always at the last minute of caution when it came to the supernatural. VERY contrary to what I’ve been saying about the guy so far Greg didn’t want to push his caught in traffic luck with stuff like this, even when he did rituals, he NEVER tried to summon anything. He said he loved the dance with danger and distress, but ghost and evil spirits are just out of the question, that you can’t predict just how bad something can happen when it comes to things like that and more importantly you don’t know what exactly your putting at risk, He’d wink at me after and say he didn’t mind getting me and himself killed for a cheap thrill but ghost, no, that there was no actual proof that dying is the only thing you had to face when it came to supernatural beings and there were plenty of cases against the argument. I wanted to ask myself why I didn’t argue that when he had the sudden change back seat of heart, but I had a sudden realization, I was here. � � � The property was massive, it stood facing the pathway looking past it to the rest of the fields. It was guarded by an old-fashioned black fence with sharp edges protruding from the top, though it seemed pointless, the gates were closed but seen no attempts to be locked. On the property the soil felt a little colder even through my shoes. There was a walkway though a field of lawn that felt strange passing by. It’s like as if you could take a bundle of different emotions and put it somewhere for safe keeping and this somewhere could soak up these emotions and it could not escape. That is what I was feeling from this lawn, a strange energy that was so unique I knew it wasn’t the same, like how seasons change so did these feelings. By the time I got to the doors I felt tired and sick. � � � Greg, I don’t film themselves fucking know what’s going to happen, but I don’t think I can survive going back out there. 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