She frowns, trying to imagine it. A giant mansion in the woods? Why?

"Like Baneberry Hall?" It's the closest thing she can think of, the giant building with all its rooms, and the associations aren't cheery ones. Not after what had happened there. The memories. The drugs.

She shudders. The lodge must still be out there. Empty and waiting. Or maybe not so empty. There's no shortage of ghosts in the rest of the town, after all. Why should the lodge be any different?

"Who built it? Why's it so far away from everything else?"