It’s been so long since the house has been fed, Silas thought. It was the year 1989, and Mortis Manor seemed to be lying dormant after almost 100 years as a cancerous tumor on the hillside, but the caretaker knew it would be ready soon. So Silas trimmed the tall weeds that had grown up around the rusty wrought iron gate and left it unlocked. The house would take care of the rest.