It's called The Dome now, though the construction was nowhere near completion. They said it would be done by 2000, ready to welcome the new millennium by containing every single spirit in a concrete-holy-water-mixture designed to keep them inside. Sixteen years later and The Dome is a circular-ish border that's only twelve feet high at its peak that kept the majority of the spirits inside the house grounds but certainly not contained.
The origins of the building inside The Dome are a mixture of practically every conceivable public space you can think of. It was originally a manor home built on the ruins of an ancient Britannic town that was violently destroyed when Rome invaded. Then it was a convent, joint hospital-asylum, orphanage, briefly a prison, workhouse for the poor and destitute, hotel and most recently a drug den that acted as the birth place of a particularly brutal cult.
From its long, blood soaked history it didn't just pick up one or two lingering spirits. There's a whole village to contend with primarily, acting out their last day as they run shrieking and burning towards anything vaguely resembling a human. They tend to come out when the sunset looks particularly red or when it's a hot summer day or if anyone trespassing uses a lighter or smokes a cigarette(equal parts problematic and ignored depending on the era of the occupants).
Long story short, it got crowded there and fast. The spirits were coming and going and coming and coming and coming while the surrounding area remained clueless and afraid. Then they began to spill out with packs of starving orphans, heads partially caved in and blood running down their ragged clothing as they roamed the streets trying to find other children to play with. They forgot that living children couldn't walk through walls like them and their numbers soon grew.
Not all the spirits were so malicious, accidentally or not. When The Dome was the "Convent of the Holy Mother Mary" the nuns preached absolute pacifism and even though they were brutally slaughtered during the Protestant/Catholic clashes they still maintain a serene smile. They may be holding their heads in their arms, or sitting in whatever pile their body ended up as, but they remained unfighting and as malicious as dandelions.
They are the main argument for anti-Dome protesters, as they claim that the nuns souls can teach peace not just to the other spirits but to the world as well. What they forget is that the nuns don't, and in most cases can't interfere when other spirits are out for blood as they relive their dying hours endlessly.
Still, they are just a fraction of the reasons for the building progress running sixteen years behind schedule. The workers keep being killed off by the dead in some truly creative and horrifying ways. The gravel around The Dome is constantly a rusty orange, swarming with flies no matter the time of year. The heat from the spiritual activity inside The Dome keeps the immediate area quite hot.
The new deadline is 2030 but it's been almost two years since any construction crew so much as glanced at the place, let alone went over the plans and begun to further The Dome so that the dead are kept inside where they can live out their deaths without causing any more.
The origins of the building inside The Dome are a mixture of practically every conceivable public space you can think of. It was originally a manor home built on the ruins of an ancient Britannic town that was violently destroyed when Rome invaded. Then it was a convent, joint hospital-asylum, orphanage, briefly a prison, workhouse for the poor and destitute, hotel and most recently a drug den that acted as the birth place of a particularly brutal cult.
From its long, blood soaked history it didn't just pick up one or two lingering spirits. There's a whole village to contend with primarily, acting out their last day as they run shrieking and burning towards anything vaguely resembling a human. They tend to come out when the sunset looks particularly red or when it's a hot summer day or if anyone trespassing uses a lighter or smokes a cigarette(equal parts problematic and ignored depending on the era of the occupants).
Long story short, it got crowded there and fast. The spirits were coming and going and coming and coming and coming while the surrounding area remained clueless and afraid. Then they began to spill out with packs of starving orphans, heads partially caved in and blood running down their ragged clothing as they roamed the streets trying to find other children to play with. They forgot that living children couldn't walk through walls like them and their numbers soon grew.
Not all the spirits were so malicious, accidentally or not. When The Dome was the "Convent of the Holy Mother Mary" the nuns preached absolute pacifism and even though they were brutally slaughtered during the Protestant/Catholic clashes they still maintain a serene smile. They may be holding their heads in their arms, or sitting in whatever pile their body ended up as, but they remained unfighting and as malicious as dandelions.
They are the main argument for anti-Dome protesters, as they claim that the nuns souls can teach peace not just to the other spirits but to the world as well. What they forget is that the nuns don't, and in most cases can't interfere when other spirits are out for blood as they relive their dying hours endlessly.
Still, they are just a fraction of the reasons for the building progress running sixteen years behind schedule. The workers keep being killed off by the dead in some truly creative and horrifying ways. The gravel around The Dome is constantly a rusty orange, swarming with flies no matter the time of year. The heat from the spiritual activity inside The Dome keeps the immediate area quite hot.
The new deadline is 2030 but it's been almost two years since any construction crew so much as glanced at the place, let alone went over the plans and begun to further The Dome so that the dead are kept inside where they can live out their deaths without causing any more.
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