A giggle echoed down the corridor as a short girl in a thin white dress disappeared around the corner, mold staining the bottom. The mansion she was running in was long abandoned by its owners, the edges of the faded floral wallpaper peeling off the walls and holes dotting the thick purple curtains hung up at every window.

  Another giggle filled the third floor of the mansion before fading back into the silence that has forever haunted the old building. Rumors - no matter how different they are from one another - had spread for years about the boarded up brick mansion.

  A love sick dy who killed her lover when he threatened to leave her.

  A family of six who remained trapped behind the rge wooden doors until they died, their souls staying behind to watch their rotting corpses.

  Some say that no one ever lived there apart from a lonely old woman who refused to leave her home, stating that she would forever wait for her long lost daughter. Others say that the woman was crazy and waiting for no one.

  No one knew the original tale of the house with vines crawling up the outer walls and slithering into every and any empty space that had crumbled away but that didn't stop the stories from expanding. It didn't stop the nearby vilge from endlessly thinking about what really happened behind those walls. But the one legend that everyone knew of was "The Tale of Perdu". Every child in the town was told of her story.

  They were told how the little girl Perdu was once beloved by everyone in her vilge. That is, until she decided to journey to the old mansion and explore the empty, rotting rooms. No one heard from her until the following morning. But it wasn't the Perdu that everyone knew. Her bright toothy grin had turned into a creepy smile that even if she wasn't around you'd feel the sheen of her teeth sharing right at you. The shine in her adorable baby doll eyes faded into a knowing emptiness. As if she had seen and done things that no one could ever imagine.

  Every time a vilger stared into her soulless, icy stare, a cold shiver would run down their spine. Every day poor little Perdu would disappear ten minutes before sunset, heading in the direction of the old, haunted mansion. Only reappearing ten minutes after sunrise. But what freaked the vilgers out the most was when she reappeared in a short white dress.