Staring Into The ShadowsThe house had always been a mystery.Outside of town a charming Victorian home stood in splendid isolation. It was built of soft grey stone and wood painted in every shade of warm pink imaginable from it's deep magenta porch to the pearl pink gingerbread filigree. The building and grounds were always kept immaculate, the boards seemingly fresh painted and the garden lovingly tended. But most of the townsfolk would swear they had never seen anyone living there. The other half wouldn't talk about the house at all.'It wasn't as though there were any stories about the place,' Perdita thought as she stared beyond the wrought iron fence. No one