The old Mitchell mansion was a dark foreboding ghost of a house, a melancholy reminder of the past. Once as proud and erect as the family name it bore, it seemed to sag now - as if from the weight of its own pride. People passing by the mansion shivered unaccountably. And though no outsider had been in it for years, there were whisperings of strange doings within those walls. The outsiders were right to fear the house. They learned that one terrifying night - the night of the first murder . . .