She stands like a centennial, a fortress-like relic of a darker time. All alone, on top of a hill, neglected, and almost forgotten, she seems lost in another time. She has seen disease, death, and decay; and many say it still haunts her. .Her name is Waverly Hills, and she’s full of stories, stories which seem to surround her in darkness, stories, that no matter how hard she tries to escape it, always try to paint her as a sadistic villain, who took delight in the pain of others.