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This scream was one that it had not heard in many years, not since the turn of the century. XXX It watched as a car entered the gravel road leading to the huge iron-wrought gate of the grounds on which it stood. They perceived this all as wind howling through gaps in the roof, as rafters creaking as the heat contracted or expanded the wood, but it was so much more, it was the mansion itself trying to commune. The scream was a name, not a name that it recognized, it knew that it had been sold, the real estate agent had brought along a few people, but the history that clung to it…that was one reason people stayed away from it.