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The wailing of ambulances sang Harold's finale.

His estranged wife and son were called to the scene. A weakened heart, the official decree.

Harold's long years tending the Manor, his service in solitude, were spoken well by the nearby villagers.

But behind closed doors and turned backs, they spoke of a bewitching madness.

Screams in the night. Guttural, inhuman. The Manor's countryside a howling calamity of a man besieged, fortified behind ancient walls.

Harold Melphrin. The solitary warden. The lone caretaker. The howling creature of Helford Manor.

Couldn't decide between a modern ambulance or