The interior was a mix of grandeur and decay. Dust-covered furniture hinted at a lavish past, while cobwebs adorned every corner. Evelyn's footsteps echoed through the empty halls as she explored. She found a collection of old photographs and letters in the study, revealing glimpses of the lives that once thrived here. Each night, she heard faint whispers and the sound of footsteps echoing in the halls. She felt a presence, something watching her from the shadows. The air was thick with mystery and Evelyn knew she had only scratched the surface.