Loss.

The " ram-shackled " nature of the place grabbed the attention, immediately. The doorway creaked with age, as the opening hinges lacking lubrication made a statement against the quality of frame, and heavy-duty entry protection. Once inside the " dwelling " the twists and turns of the maze of corridors, with adjoining rooms needing improvements, left an impression. Which was not always as good as it could be ! Plainly.
The fact of the matter was the site had seen better days. It, was clear from the owners expression how much needed doing. And, the cost of that.
The requirements to stay here had been diminishing over the years. With decay. Guests were few and far between as time took its toll. None really envisaged the residence lasting in this shape, but, none could see anybody taking stock of the situation to make amends for lack of treatments over the course of history. The want of a loving caring partnership was obvious. To instill warmth. Yet seemed to make minimal difference, as every rotting timber testified : in the search for someone who appreciated " some thing, off the beaten track " !!
Therefore, you had to accept " what you were given " and very little else. If, this was possible, you might get some sleep. Rather than confront bare essentials with firm resolve to mount stout resistance to undeniably nerve-fraying declining" hospitality. "
The scene was set then. For, the entry of someone " hell-bent " on throwing their soul away. Due to nightmarish evidence of forces at work beyond the natural. Effects of trauma could endure. The entire duration of the longest life. As " sickness " derived from exposure made completely clear. The demons in the shadows toyed with the newcomer in ways only horror writers could imagine. 
The " house on the hill " had to be conquered. And, only the soul able to withstand the " most hostile environment " conceivable was capable of adjusting to a lifestyle like no other. 
One fine day, a married man walked in. And, saw what no-one else did. Then, remained, after due sale. What a metaphor this was. Saying everything about " living, your dream " ! As well as the influence of " institutionalization " !!
How many are lost, to the world, in the name of love ?
Mind you, his wife hated every inch. Of " it " !!