As one direction looks much like another, you set off again, this time staying clear of the trees, in case more of them are haunted. After another twenty minutes or so (time is hard when everything looks the same), you come to a open space and, in it, you can see what once must have been a fine manor house. Now, the walls are cracked, the windows dark and the surrounding area is all lumpy, scabby vegetation.
As you approach the mansion you notice that the blackness of the stone is unnatural and almost tainted. The air grows thick, and what little light that the mist somehow becomes even thicker the closer that you get to the manor.
