Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Goatswood Mystery Begins


"Dear Diary- Day 1

Put Away!? My mouth can scarcely say it, will never say it to these provencials. Lord Charisma has slowly been changing, the last year- his interest in Great Gradfather's collections, such strange paintings, wierd artifacts, the late night closed door rituals choked the manor home with incense- I could smell it and that pungent oil all the way to the back of the gardens!

But this?! Now to be told I am to take on a country home, 'for a while', finish writing that novel of mine,' he says. "make it a pretty home of your own". I made this one! All the parties, I planned them, My studies and Governesses have taught me the very best of talents and skills of the high society, of which I am not modest and certainly not ashamed. I can't even figure the clasp on this silly steamer trunk! Ohh, what is to become of me? Why did he do this?"

"Dear Diary, Day 3

I have had the good fortune to meet an artist named Cornelius, who showed me to a manor home with a room available. Not a summer cottage but one must start somewhere.

It is a sleepy town, with a quiet tavern, called the Roebuck, where I have had to take my meals. I understand the Manor home does serve food, but I have yet to meet the caretakers and Lady of the Manor- they keep odd hours, and there are some strange pictures on the walls, much like my Husband started collecting. though these tend to be pyramids, and his were more like tentacles."

Day 5- Diary, I did it!

I admit I boarded the train with the hope of reconciliation, but upon arrival and seeing his unkempt state, his manic obsession with the family artifacts, strange glowing drawings, and then the arrival of his bizarre though not unattractive friends, I knew my course! That evening they all went to the old sacrifice alter in our woods, I had my old nanny , and her daughter, now a pleasing maid in our employ, help me pack up everything! I do mean everything, all the bizarre artifacts and the books Great Grandfather brought back from his pilgrimages. Could it be he married me for more than just the sizable dowry- something about me that I do not know?

I must hide these things, and study them, so back to that sleepy village I go, I will need to keep low profile, and learn more of my husband and these family mysteries...

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