The document describes a visit to an old brick house called Walnut Hill located on a hill down a lonely road. The house is over 200 years old and was once owned by the Prince family. As the author approaches the house, they feel a sense of familiarity and connection to the property. Upon touching a window, the author feels a painful jab in their fingertips, as if being forced back. Many pictures hang on the walls inside. The author feels captivated by the grand old house, which still seems bound to its past and fallen dead despite standing proudly for over two centuries.