BRIANWOD MANOR Chap 6
Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 4:40 pm
Hariet Stokes was a reather curious woman. She looked like something right out of a Gothic novel. Long dark hair, a long flowing gown, and a pentagram around her neck. She greeted me as I walked into her office. "So you have some photos to show me." "Yes." I replied. "There have also been some very strange occurances ever since I moved in a few days ago." I added. She replied. "Leet's see the pictures.' I handed her the enlargements, including the ones with the two red orbs. "Brianwood Manor" she hissed in a frightened voice. "You moved into Brianwood Manor???" I replied "Well, yes. It was the deal of a life time, and a great place to...." Haried cut me off mid sentence. "Nothing good ever came of that house Mr. O'Malley. Just take my word for it. Get out of Brianwood Manor, and don't even look back. Nobody can live there." I asked "I've been hearing that a lot lately, but nobody seems to want to tell me why. Just what is it about my house that is supposed to be so diabolical." Hariet answered. "Nathaniel Pennington. He was a monster. Perhaps the worst monster ever to live among human beings. My great grandmother knew Nathaniel Pennington personaly. She was one of the chamber maids in that horible house, right up until Nathanial Pennington died a horible, rotten death. Just take my word for it. Leave Brianwood Manor, never return to it. It's unfit for any decent human being to live there." I looked at Miss Stokes for a moment, and it appeard that she was frightened. Just what stories did you hear about the old place?" I asked. She answered "You're better off not knowing. Just go back to where ever you came from, and don't even look back, for your own good. " She abruptly place the photographs back in the folder and handed it back to me. "I have a class in a few minutes. I don't mean to be rude, but I really have to start preparing." I didn't want to press her any further as she appeared on the verge of a mental break down, so I said my 'goodbyes' and I left.
I decided that some research on the infamous Nathanial Pennington was in order, and I decided to start with that journal. I had to go back to my old place to get my car, so I figured the journal of Nathaniel Penning would be a good place to start. It was abot a 6 hour bus ride back to my old house, so I thought I would bring it along for some reading. Then It hought about that diagram, and all those numbers on the inside front cover. Each number corresponed to a torture device. The room diagramed was a torture chamber. I was almost afraid to read that journal, but I had to now, if I was ever to get to the bottom of the happenings in my home. I even thought about taking Hariet Stokes at her work, and just hop on my Harley and don't even look back, but when I thought about the money I sunk into that piece of real estate, I thought better of it. No, I was determined that I was going to find out just exactly what kind of a monster Pennington was in his life, how he died, and why my bedroom stinks so badly at times.
I got home after having a late lunch. I thought I would turn in a little early that night because I had an early but to catch, but I didn't sleep very well at all. I kept feeling this horible knot in my stomach, and especialy when I thought about that diagram, and about the various happenings that occured since I moved in. The color orbs on the black & white prings. My food going rotten twice, and on the 2nd ocassion as soon as I put it on the kitchen table. The attitude of the people I meet and the curious attitude of Harriet Stokes. I may have dozed off maybe two or three times before tha alarm clock sounded.
Mike
I decided that some research on the infamous Nathanial Pennington was in order, and I decided to start with that journal. I had to go back to my old place to get my car, so I figured the journal of Nathaniel Penning would be a good place to start. It was abot a 6 hour bus ride back to my old house, so I thought I would bring it along for some reading. Then It hought about that diagram, and all those numbers on the inside front cover. Each number corresponed to a torture device. The room diagramed was a torture chamber. I was almost afraid to read that journal, but I had to now, if I was ever to get to the bottom of the happenings in my home. I even thought about taking Hariet Stokes at her work, and just hop on my Harley and don't even look back, but when I thought about the money I sunk into that piece of real estate, I thought better of it. No, I was determined that I was going to find out just exactly what kind of a monster Pennington was in his life, how he died, and why my bedroom stinks so badly at times.
I got home after having a late lunch. I thought I would turn in a little early that night because I had an early but to catch, but I didn't sleep very well at all. I kept feeling this horible knot in my stomach, and especialy when I thought about that diagram, and about the various happenings that occured since I moved in. The color orbs on the black & white prings. My food going rotten twice, and on the 2nd ocassion as soon as I put it on the kitchen table. The attitude of the people I meet and the curious attitude of Harriet Stokes. I may have dozed off maybe two or three times before tha alarm clock sounded.
Mike