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A typical horror story. When Emily Wilson arrived at her new home, on that fateful October night, everyone said that she was insane. Despite being the only child, she never lived like one. The young lady had to divide her parents attention with the sons of their brothers, for all of them had died right after their children were born. One could tell she was singularly egotistic. She did not adore her relatives indeed. - Should we come inside, my Dear? - Demanded Louis with a tender tone, while admiring his wife’s ethereal emerald and sapphire eyes. Baron moved in Emily’s arms through a wide-awake slumber. The little black cat had slept for hours, despite the heavy trembling of the carriage and the tempestuous weather. The neighborhood was motionless, and a heavy silence haunted the long rows of houses that stretched down the road. A ring of colossal cypress trees covered the mansion as if it reflected the moonlight, and on the other side of the valley, rested no