The old mansion had a name once, but now it's just 'the old mansion.' It was built back in the colonial days by one Arthur Manifold, the owner of the First Bank of Muffinville. Throughout the construction, tragedy would befall the workers. A man fell into a concrete mixer head first, another tripping and falling eye-first on a loose nail. The mansion was eventually completed, but not without the blood of 13 dead men and 24 injured men soaking the ground.
Even after the mansion was completed, strange things would happen in it. Maids would report sudden strong winds blowing up their skirts, leading to accusations of sexual harassment. The plumbing would never work right, even after multiple experienced plumbers uncovered no problems with it. Arthur Manifold started to lose his mind, saying that he could feel something sucking on his pinky finger. This led him to growing it out and filing it down to a razor edge. One day, he fell down the stairs and landed on that nail. It pierced his heart, killing him instantly. The staff reported hearing the sound of wood breaking, like the stairs had given way, but no damage was found.
Having no heirs, the bank took ownership of the property. Over the years, the deed has traded many hands as people have brought it to live in, or convert into some kind of business. It has experienced time as a finishing school, a college dorm, a casino, an art museum and even a Chinese restaurant. Each one would have strange and usually grisly events until the mansion was once again abandoned.
However, the deed has traded hands once more, and the new owner has taken steps to avoid similar things happening. Before even trying to renovate, she hired the Exorcists to enter the mansion and sanctify it entirely. That... was two days ago. They went in, but have not yet come out...
However, some residents of Muffinville have starting receiving letters from them. They are all rather similar, having been scrawled in a hurry, pleading that they please come to the mansion. Not only that, but a radio signal has been coming from the mansion, playing a single message on loop. It's rather garbled, but Blaze's voice can be heard, rather panicky, asking for anyone to come to the mansion.
It's getting late now, the moon hanging high and full in the sky... even those who got neither a letter, nor picked up the radio signal might find themselves being drawn to the mansion... the tension hangs thick in the air. Something big will happen tonight.