It was beautiful, different and custom built. The neighbors walked by to simply admire the lovely master piece that sat behind the large black fence. Although it was empty, the people in the town knew not to enter it. Maybe, because it was told around, that the house the Jack built was not just an ordinary house. It sat on an acre of land with plenty of willow trees and healthy grass surrounding the lot. In front of the white house were the widest steps, which extended from the porch to the middle of the walkway. It was indeed something to look at.

In the days of the early 1800’s this house was built for the handicap and the terminally ill. In the beginning, the patients were treated fairly with kindness. They died with love, respect and self worth. It was all the way it supposes to be; until the house was turned over to a well known heiress, Mary Mayweather, who migrated from England. She was a cruel, greedy miser that insisted for major changes to be done and wanted nothing else more than to amend them quickly.

She no longer allowed for the patients to be washed twice, or sometimes three times a day, but once a month. It was unfortunate, but the patients suffered greatly, from this dramatic transformation. A large quantity of good nurses resigned or was simply fired for unjustified reasons, and was replaced with unskilled ones. This caused some patients to die, due to neglect and abuse.

As the years passed and Heiress Mary Mayweather died, the house closed it doors without further notice to anyone. In this house, there was much grief, and torture that left behind a horrible stigma. As the times when on and as beautiful as the house was, it held pain in the walls, that sounded off every third hour around the clock. The people that lived not to far from it could, hear the cries and screams in the wee hours of the night. It kept most of them up, wondering if anyone else could hear them.

The official knew of this, from complains of the residences, but did not care to investigate it. They enjoyed the publicly and traffic of outsides and the media. It became a national enquirer that the poor town so desperately needed. As tragedy as it once was, this huge wealthy house brought excitement to the town. They way they saw it; this was truly the house that Jack built.