The Ghosts of Yellowfield House

“Yellowfield House spilled across the brae, a chaos of stone and slate, roof and gable, spreading outward from a rotten core. Once proud and alone on the hillside, now it was swallowed by the trees and vines, their roots creeping into every crack, mortar made dust in the wind. The boundary walls collapsed and overrun, things could wander unknowing onto its grounds, unaware of what they might meet.”

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