Send us a text A Victorian survivor with a Second Empire silhouette, a town shaped by fire, and a midnight voice that wasn’t on any of our devices—Bruce Mansion gave us more than a story. We went in to listen, not to perform, and the house met us halfway with layered responses, names in the static, and a heavy hush near the old outhouse that felt like grief pressing up from the ground. We start by grounding the legend: how a funeral parlor past, apartment years, and a rumored cupola suicide ...