The parsonage is a gloomy place to live in. The echoey corridors seem never-ending, and the the watchful but looming trees in the graveyard cast long shadows, that lure you in, on the earth, and the gravestones are smothered in layers of moss and leaves.
The gravestones are unkept and damaged, the content of coffins on show almost as though they were wrenched out by someone... or something into the open. The skull of the coffin that came to my attention had abandoned the body it had once inhabited.
Laying askew on the ground is a battered and worn headstone that reads "He-e Li-- Lo-d V--dmir" the inscription faded and barely recognizable.
Wandering aimlessly through the graveyard I came across a stairwell that had to be descended backwards as it was almost a vertical drop almost like I was descending into hell itself, I was half expecting to come face to face with Lucifer himself but that did