CHAPTER EIGHT
Half an hour later, the Rubbermobile pulled up in front of an old, fancy Victorian mansion on the outskirts of Golden City. As Rubberman killed the engine, I looked out the windshield at the large mansion which Iron Angel said was the base of operations for the Necromantress.
The mansion was about two stories high and surrounded by an ancient iron fence with sharp spikes on top to discourage people from climbing over. The front yard was overgrown with tall grass and weeds, while strange-looking but definitely not dead trees stood in front of the house, their long, twisted limbs obscuring the lower windows. An old swing hung from the terrace, while the windows on the upper floors were either all curtained or boarded up. Even though the sun was still out, the Old Albertson Ma
