Thread: The Sleeping Dead (Seraph & I)

The manor, if it could scarcely be called such anymore, had apparently been in her family for generations. At least that was the story she had been told when the lawyer showed up on her door and told her that some relative of her had passed away and left her a shiny new mansion. Lie one the mansion was a decrepit manor that had to have been constructed during the Dark Years, and perhaps, as technology came about, been renovated over the years. She stood with her bags around her feet, and stared at the manor in disgust--four broken windows, three giant cracks in the exterior, and if she wasn't mistaken, a good portion of the foundation about where the kitchen was, was missing. This...is my inheritance? I broke my lease for this, she spoke to the empty space around her. Melissa figured that she should have noticed that something was wrong when the lawyer had just handed her the key, given her directions, and told her to have a nice day. She frowned and thought about it she hadn't even caught his name or gotten a business card so she could yell about this. She looked at the two ornate and old-fashioned iron keys in her hand before she walked haltingly up the steps, all the while muttering, If I fall through the floor, I am suing. Never mind, I have no money to sue with...I will just sue. I'll call up Mark, he'll call up one of his friends, and I'll have lawyer. She tried the first key and when the doorknob broke off in her hand, she rested her head against the solid oak door and whispered, Beautiful. Just beautiful. Melissa usually tried her hardest to keep upbeat, but the last year had taken a toll on her--graduating university and finding out that no one wanted to hire a linguist whose expertise lay in translating old tomes of lore and magic. Magic had faded away with the invention of technology the old Gods were no longer worshiped and the world, to some people, was consider a poorer place for it. She took a deep breath before she entered the house and looked at the dusty interior with the white sheets over all the furniture and smiled weakly, Home...sweet...home. She looked through the dimly lit room until she found a light switch and experimentally flicked it up and down. No lights came on. The fair-haired woman's frown deepened and her spirits sunk even lower. This day was slowly going from bad to worse and it wasn't even noon yet. She grumbled as she moved through the dark house it was just like the start of a bad horror movie. The young woman moves in all alone, the lights don't work, and she has to go down to the basement to find the fuse-box, and while she is there, she is viciously killed. Melissa snorted at her own imagination as she wandered through the halls before finding a door that led downwards. It was dark, darker than she expected and she hesitated before walking down the stairs using the dim light from the door way as her guide. It wasn't the best of circumstances but it was better than nothing as she searched out the fuse box the first warning that something was wrong, was the groaning off the wood under her feet. The second sign was when the wooden floor gave way under her feet. And the third was when she plummeted downwards and landed heavily on something that , when she ran her fingers over it to find out what it was, could only be called a casket. She shook her head and closed her eyes and imagined the headlines that the local paper would have when someone came to check on her, Dead found in Ruined Mausoleum. She coughed at the dust before slowly sitting up, she could see the light from the door up above her, but had no way to reach it. She grumbled, Right, build a manor onto of an old crypt and call it good. No bad luck there. Oh no! It's all good to build over a grave--that's way this house is the way it is!