Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-5374090-20180112221437

Your crazy uncle was dead. This wasn't unexpected news. the rest of the family was starting to make bets on what killed him first. There was cancer, three kinds at least, then the drug use, smoking, drinking, and others people might not have known about, and that isn't mentioning the degenerative diseases he had. the rest of the family was suprised he had held on this long, you had no clue he even existed.

But it had happened, he died, and on your birthday no less. what nobody else suspected is he left most of his estate to you, several billions of dollars, and his mansion... the caveat was that the mansion would be your home, and you could only get the money if you "discovered it's secrets" whatever that meant.

So there you were, standing outside the creepiest, oldest, biggest, and most imposing building you have seen in a long time, wondering how one man even used that much space. the grounds were... cared for? They looked cared for, but it was unsettling, he had chosen a rare red grass, and the trees were big and leafless even in summer. and with the huge victorian ediface rising up from this... it didn't look right at all.

Against your better judgment, you walked up to the large, impressive, heavy solid mahogany double front doors. The knocker was a brass lion head holding a ring in it's mouth, though... less of a lion, more of the greek myth... chimera? mantocore? hard to say. either the money, or the legal imperative to at least tour the house drove you to use the key on the front door and push it open.

The door swung smoothly open, and would have been less creepy had it made even the faintest sound. you were epecting it to creak, and now were wishing it had but that was not your only concern, on steping across the threshold your stomach turned over, your head went light and fuzzy, and against all better judgment, you were half aroused... had he been perfuming his house with aphrodesiac?

Inside the house was fairly straight forward, though did nothing to make you feel aby better, all the furnature was draped with white sheets, the bed in the bedroom was too large, everything seemed to be made for people who were either bigger or smaller then you, and then you found the doll room, and you wondered no longer why your family called him crazy.

even just a few minutes in this house was already making yor head spin, making you question your own sanity. you could swear looking out of one of the large seccond story windows that the trees outside were... writhing... like tentcles. but there were more rooms to see, and you had an inheritance to claim.

The creepiest thing about all the decore in this house finally sunk in when you realised all the statues were young women, marble, or granite, hard to say, and almost too well sculpted statues were in almost every room. door handles came out of brass plates made to look like they were sticking out of a woman's most private area. even the crown at hte end of the banister felt like a boob in your hand. but you were only half done when that realisation struck you.

in the basment your uncle had a literal dungeon, and with the decor of the rest of the house, you wondered if it was a literal sex dungeon. then you saw the first sign of weath. on one of the gargoyles in the dungeon was a pure gold locket, resting neetly between the perfectly sculpted breasts of the statue. your mind only stopped you with the question "why is there a gargoyle, inside, in the basment of all places?" and your head spun further, the air was messing with you that was for sure. You even saw undead grey lamentation mushroom growing in one of the cells in the dungeon and couldn't even get a proper panic going.

You had almost seen the whole house when you found the Letter. it was written in sloppy hand of a dying man but it's contence were, no less disturbing

My Dear,

by now you've probably realised, that i have not been living alone, or looked out the window. or met the gargoyle in the dungeon.... I sure hope you closed the dungeon door when you came back upstairs.

what you are looking for starts in the study, that's the room with the book shelves. Or was it the doll room, don't look the dolls in the eyes. ...

there was a brief section in the middle that sounded more like the ravings of a madman then anything you could actually read, and did he mention a shoggoth? but it did settle down and continue

If you meet the maid, you have about an equal chance of her helping you or trying to rape you. I am sure she looked exactly like the wife i never had. a dopelganger? i don't know. I wrote the password to my bank account down in here somewhere, but as i write this, i can't even remember half of what i am trying to say. Are my warnings enough?

My best of luck to you, you will need it.

Stay Pure

Professor Finias Nigel. (your uncle)

The last bit stood out, it was bigger then the rest, even when he was raving mad his letters didn't get as big as "stay pure" and... did he sign it in blood? you sure hope that isn't his blood.

As you make it out to the main hall the grand entrance toods creak for the first time, and slam shut, then you see purple circles of symbols and light you didn't have to guess what happened, that door was sealed, night must have fallen while you were in here, and there is no way you are getting out till morning... that is if you want to leave by the rfont door... which might be your only way back to the reality that you are familiar with.

WWYD?

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I am just leaving this here to share my thoughts. This is my first time trying to write something like this, i hope it's... well made? good? entertaining? I hope it's readable. I would ask you all to go easy on me... but i kinda don't want that. if it was bad. let me know. I tried to have a veriety of monsters in the house, shogoth, ghosts, dulahan, gargoyles, dopelganger, I think i left out slime family monster. but i wanted to work them in. i wouldn't know how at this point. but iving dolls, dark mage, witches. i hope i hinted well enough about the gorgon, or basalisk style mamono. door's wide open for y'all, i look forward to seeing what girls you end up with. 