A woman lived here with her child of 16 years. The childs name was Rose after the billions of beautiful wild roses that grew around the mansion. One beautiful sunny day Rose went out to play… among her friends the roses there was one place where little Rose had been forbidden to go… the Gravesite of her father. However Rose disobeyed her mother and went anyway… She was having so much fun playing among her roses when one rose caught her eye. It was as black as the night and as lush as any newly bloomed rose. This one however grew right over Rose’s fathers grave. The man in life had been horrid and cruel. And in death his poisonous life was tranferrred to that of this flower which emanated pure evil. Rose unaware of the danger, picked the flower pricking her finger and there the day turned horrid. The child became possessed by the mans evil spirit. She destroyed the roses and killed her own mother before she leapt from her third story window and committed suicide. The childs cursed soul still to this day wanders the grounds…always searching…always yearning… for someone to play… for someone to love… for someone to kill… Thousands have joined her and they have become known as the Red. Rose herself?… well no one has ever seen her and lived to tell the tale…
