SETTING

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The town, Seabrook, is fairly small, nothing huge but nothing completely tiny either. The perfect, smaller sized town for the seaside. There are no trees around one side, running flat into plains that lead straight to a small ‘cliff’ leading right to the beach and the sea. The ‘cliff’ isn’t so much a cliff, but more of a very steep slope that seems to spill like a wave itself at the top. The beach at this side is filled with sharp rocks, almost like daggers in the sea. The water foams around them, then pulls away when the tide leaves, then completely covers them when the tide is in. A little ways down, almost diagonally away from the Nevermore House, is a safer place to swim.
A Lighthouse, PICTURE, tall, white with a red top, is directly in line with the house, standing on a small peninsula into the sea. When unknowingly beneath it is a huge system of caves and caverns. When the tide leaves, a small opening is visible and once entered, the light is very dim and is a series of caverns with dripping cave pools, stalagmites and stalactites, columns and various cave structures.
The caves have stairs that lead to one cavern to the other, leading up to un-knowingly under the Lighthouse itself!

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The town of Seabrook. A very pretty area with lots of trees, fields, grasses and wildflowers.
It is quite a nice vacation spot around the area, being lush, green and with plenty of things to do. Motels, Malls, stores, libraries, and almost everything you can think of is in this town. Traveling a little ways, you reach the older side.

This part of town is home to the Nevermore Lane, along with old houses and shops. This area of town seems less busy. The further your travel down the old streets, alleys and Nevermore Lane, the older and more overgrown the foliage and stores get.

The road, Nevermore Lane, is a twisting road mostly uphill and at a decent slope. While it is lush, green and very pretty, around 4 or 5 miles through this very scenic route, it leads to the Nevermore House.

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The Nevermore House. PICTURE The house is beginning to fall apart, the pain peeling and the boards and planks falling off and beginning to rot. The windowpanes are thick, and foggy with age. Other wise, the house is very large and would have been a very nice house if it hadn’t run down.

Inside it seems much larger and better kept. Delicate chandeliers that sparkle hang from almost every room with very old and expensive furniture. The wallpaper is fading, chipped and peeling, but the colours and patterns are still visible, along with the velvet and fine rugs. Down every corridor there are tall portraits, pictures of not only people but places too. A very nice place to hide for a ghost.
Lanterns are lit, candles too, along with roaring fireplaces that warm the place to perfect. Each dish in the china cabinet and each mirror are still clean and polished to that perfect shine.

PICTURE Going out the back door, and onto the back porch, the yard stretches for quite a long distance, while the Wellington Cemetery (or graveyard) is directly at the far right hand corner. There once obviously was a gate around it, but it had been taken down and more bodies added. Most tombs and graves are marked with a gravestone, although some have began to fall apart, wither away, or fade. If one wasn’t careful, they could easily trod on the graves of long dead people.
Shady trees and large flowerbeds filled with sweet smelling flowers. PICTURE

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SAWOL-ANSTE PARK[/b]

Were you to walk down Crimson Valley street, it wouldn't take you long to reach Sawol-Anste Park. This park looks a bit... different from the outside. It's a public park, but has a metal fence around it, the black kind, that you would expect to see around a graveyard, except about person-height. A little arc marks an opening in the fence in the middle of each side- where the fence stops. There are no doors to close off the park, just arches to make openings in the fence. At this point, you would be most likely to decide to take a look into this queer little park, and step in through the arched gait. You would find yourself walking through the park, on a little path, and since you entered here to look around, now would be the great time to see what this park is made off. The sight isn't annything unordinary, at first sight.
Instead, the park seems charming in it's simplicity. Neatly trimmed lawns are criss-crossed by an aray of little paved paths, and here and there giant oaks or weeping willows loom. The trees bow over, sometime shadowing the paths, sometime creating spectral shadows. Their gnarled trucks form interesting shapes, artistic and beautiful, and yet, unsettling too. Other then that, the park is just flat grass, setting out the black stone paths, which, you may now notice, are perfectly simmetrical at al angles of the perfectly square park, forming a sort of odd mandala. It's spectacular, in a certain light, that someone would take such time to make a design simmetrical from all four angles in the middle of such a park, but you'd get over it. It's realy the simple harmony of old trees and old gaits and stones, along with the freshness of the new grass, that make it a place well loved by nearly everyone in the summer, and the people who like creepier things in the cold shadows of winter.

Indeed, under a different sky, this park has an aura of mystery like no other, with it's odd, never-explained symbol. And were you too walk in it in the cold grey light of Halloween, under the shadow of the Nevermore House, you would most likely see an aspect of this park not to be expected at first sight.

(Created by: Moss)