Thanks to Nicia for betaing this for me!
My name is Emmett Whitlock. I’m sorry to inform you but Charlie Swan, your uncle, passed away unexpectedly this morning. I know you don’t know me from Adam, but I’m married to your cousin, Isabella, and I was asked to contact you on Charlie’s behalf.
Charlie left a package for you here. If you write back with an address or some contact information I’ll forward it to you.
The package from my late uncle came today. A key to the old place. The mansion. I haven’t been there since I was a child. I’d vouched, I’d never go back. I was too afraid to, afraid of the dark shadows, the creaky noises that would keep me awake at nights, the sinister laugh. But I put my fears aside because I was curious as to why he’d left it to me instead of his daughter.
Now, here I stand on the creepy, creaky steps of the old family mansion, key in hand. I turned the key and the lock snapped open.
I slowly opened the door, stepped over the threshold, and let go of the door. It slammed shut and locked. I turned and screamed as everything went black.