There was a rainstorm at the Wisteria Manor.
It seemed as if the faint lights of the manor were the only remnants of light in the whole world. Under the pummeling of the torrential rain, the lights were like gulls flying in the sky and boats being tipped over in a tsunami.
"Ah, it's been raining for three days. How long is it going to last?"
Old Logan got up from bed, put on a raincoat and toured around the manor with an oil lamp. He was an old man who had been in charge of security in the Wisteria Manor for decades, regardless of the changes in ownership.
"Neigh."
The horses whinnied.
"That's weird. Why are the horses in the stable so restless today? They weren't like this even with all the thunder and rain in the last two days." Old Logan looked at the horses and wondered.
Then, Old Logan found that his Shepherd Dog Andy was also barking at the door and hiding back in the corner, as if it had seen something horrifying.
