The old mansion sat atop a hill, looming over the small village below. The once-grand estate was now in a state of disrepair, with vines crawling up the walls and the paint peeling away. The overgrown gardens were now a tangle of weeds and thorns, and the once-beautiful fountain in the courtyard was now nothing but a stagnant pool of water. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of crickets. As the sun set behind the mansion, casting long shadows across the village, a feeling of unease settled over the town. It was as if the mansion itself was alive, watching and waiting for something to happen.