The minute-hand finally made it's way full circle around the clock. 6:00 AM, it read. The hours of darkness had finally come to an end. The demonic prowess that had tortured and marred the minds of the Vanderbilt family had seemed to retreat back into the night. It was banished. Exiled.
Hallelujah's and prayers were ringing in the minds of all of the Vanderbilt's. There was one thing that has never been discussed, however. A small detail that they had never been taught. Just because nightmares mostly occur in the darkness, doesn't mean one can't continue into the light. Just because most spine-chilling stories start with "It was a dark and stormy night" doesn't mean that a hair-raising situation will stop at a clock's chime of morning.
And just as suddenly as the night of terrors began and allegedly ended, the evil being that had tormented them physically and mentally had returned. The things that happened that night will not be spoken of, for they were too disastrous and demented to explain. Just know this; gore covered the walls from the gruesome murders of the entire Vanderbilt family tree. Bodies were strewn about the house, most not even resembling a human being from being beaten and bruised by their tormentor.
Take my story and remembrance of the Vanderbilt's as this;
Do not trust the light because it shows the whole picture.
Sometimes the whole picture is scarier than being in the dark and not being able to envision every small detail.