“Congratulations on the
purchase of your first home.” said Jonathon, an elderly, gray-haired,
real-estate agent to Melanie, a young doctor setting up a clinic in their
town. “That is quite an investment, but I think you will love the old mansion.”
“His hands are arthritic,”
thought Melanie, as the realtor reached over to hand her a set of
cast-iron keys. “Maybe he will become my first patient.”
“Expect the unexpected in that
mansion.”
“I wonder what he means?” thought
Melanie, smiling at him. “Perhaps you’ll come over later for a glass of
wine?”
“What is this key for?” The
old-fashioned, rusty key was unlike the others and looked like the
key to a wall cabinet or cupboard.
“I don’t know,” replied the
realtor, looking away from her. “Maybe there's a mysterious doorway in the
attic?”
“That could prove
interesting. Thanks for all of your help, Jonathon. See you later.”
The realtor nodded,
but did not speak.
The hair stood on the back of Melanie’s neck stood
up as if she had received a warning.
“What does he know?” she
wondered, as she drove to the mansion. The huge, oak front door
creaked like an old coffin, when she opened it. “This place is dark and
needs airing out.”
Melanie left the front door
wide open.
“It's dusty in here, too. This
living room is so elegant. I suspect the Victorian furniture has been here
ever since the place was constructed. It will have to do for now.” Melanie pulled the heavy drapes
open, tied them back and turned on an old radio that stood at the far end of
the room. Its raspy music boomed throughout the huge mansion, but any sound
seemed better than dead silence. “No television.”
Just then, Melanie heard a door
open and close. The noise it made echoed and re-echoed throughout the mansion,
above the sound of the music.
“Is this place haunted? I think I may have
the key to that doorway. Maybe it is time to launch an investigation?”
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