Along the side of the house ran more large windows, although not quite as large as the front porch windows. The stone foundation extended further down at the back of the house, to compensate for the nature of the landscape. Two small gardens laid along each side, although the one along the West Wing, in comparison to its eastern counterpart, was visibly underkempt.

It wasn’t out of laziness on the part of the gardener for this asymetrical care, but rather out of a healthy fear of the mysterious ways of Master Maxwell. The lone window of his notorious cellar could be found within the tangled mass of weeds and bramble. Perkins, the sage, unshakeable groundskeeper, claimed that he once looked through the window by accident years ago, and had been so frightened by what he saw he refused to tend the West garden since.