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What is Sincerely, E. Blackwood.
Lee la novela Sincerely, E. Blackwood. escrita por el autor Renee_Brown_1802 publicada en WebNovel. Somewhere deep in the state of Wisconsin, there lies an old fashioned estate. Even though the style of the building appears to be from the Early Victorian era, it looks relatively new. The manor has b...
Somewhere deep in the state of Wisconsin, there lies an old fashioned estate. Even though the style of the building appears to be from the Early Victorian era, it looks relatively new. The manor has been renovated and well-kept since the founding of the town. The rather large building has multiple spires, connecting the main building to the other wings of the mansion. The main building is a rectangle with two bay windows at the front. The stained-glass windows are rounded outwards in a half-circle, giving the building a more elegant appearance. The bricks continue upwards in the semi-circle past the height of the main building to a dull point. The tower gave a storybook impression to the building and the entire estate. If one were to stand at the top of the tower and look through the window, the property was surrounded by dense woods on either side. It also overlooked the small town of Blackwood. At the front of the main building, there were a few stairs that lead to the main entranceway. The entrance is tall, narrow, and engraved with intricate carvings of the nearby forest wildlife adding to aristocratic feel. Along the top of the door frame, strange lettering stretched along the ovalish top in shiny gold material. One who looked at it close enough might assume it was Greek or Latin. "Για να καθαρίσουν τον κόσμο της αμαρτίας, οι αμαρτωλοί πρέπει να θυσιάζονται" The town was founded thousands of years ago, which was when the Mayor built the manor. Later in the years, the family expanded and so did the town. It had since been converted into a hotel for tourists. Visitors never knew what the strange lettering meant, nor did they really notice the strange writing. After all, they were just there to get a room. The building had an eerie esque. Sometimes occupied rooms just go vacant; Some visitors never leave the concrete walls. No-one in town questions it if they even notice. Those who ask too many questions disappear in a matter of days, or sometimes even hours. The only talk of the manor was directions and maybe the legends spread between teens.
