![]() They presently entered, softly, with quickened pulses, talking in whispers, ears alert to catch the slightest sound, and muscles tense and ready for instant retreat.įor more images of Rockcliffe Mansion, click here ![]() ![]() They saw a weed-grown, floorless room, unplastered, an ancient fireplace, vacant windows, a ruinous staircase and here, there, and everywhere hung ragged and abandoned cobwebs. Then they crept to the door and took a trembling peep. When they reached the haunted house there was something so weird and grisly about the dead silence that reigned there under the baking sun, and something so depressing about the loneliness and desolation of the place, that they were afraid, for a moment, to venture in. The boys gazed awhile, half expecting to see a blue light flit past a window then talking in a low tone, as befitted the time and the circumstances, they struck far off to the right, to give the haunted house a wide berth, and took their way homeward through the woods that adorned the rearward side of Cardiff Hill. There in the middle of the moonlit valley below them stood the “ha’nted” house, utterly isolated, its fences gone long ago, rank weeds smothering the very doorsteps, the chimney crumbled to ruin, the window-sashes vacant, a corner of the roof caved in. They had started down the hill by this time.
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