The Inheritance

Episode 1

Jane Montgomery sat at her little wooden work area, her eyes checking the authoritative record before her. The letterhead read: "Regulation Workplaces of Thompson and Partners." She took a full breath, her heart beating with expectation. This was the letter she had been hanging tight for — the affirmation of her legacy.

With shudder hands, Jane started to peruse so anyone might hear, "To Miss Jane Montgomery, we are writing to illuminate you that you have been named the sole successor to Ravenswood Estate, situated in the town of Blackwood."

A surge of feelings overflowed over Jane — shock, incredulity, and a touch of energy. She had never known about Ravenswood Estate or Blackwood, however acquiring an excellent old house appeared as though something out of a fantasy.

Not set in stone to find out more, Jane promptly started exploring Ravenswood House on the web. She found a couple of old photos of the rambling home, its gothic design standing tall and forcing against the scenery of thick forest. Bits of gossip about the house were being spooky, accounts of unexplained peculiarities and sad occasions that had happened inside its walls.

Regardless of the spooky stories, Jane felt attracted to Ravenswood House. It was a chance for a new beginning, an opportunity to get away from the dullness of her life and set out on another experience. Without a second thought, she gathered her packs and set out for Blackwood.

Upon her appearance in Blackwood, Jane was struck by the curiosity of the town. Cobblestone roads fixed with beguiling shops and bistros, encompassed by rich backwoods and moving slopes. As she drove nearer to Ravenswood Estate, in any case, the environment started to change. The trees developed denser, projecting long, foreboding shadows, and the air appeared to become colder.

At last, Jane showed up at the fashioned iron doors of Ravenswood Estate. The chateau lingered before her, its dim stone façade enhanced with complicated carvings and transcending turrets. It was both delightful and scary, a demonstration of a past period.

Taking a full breath to consistent her nerves, Jane opened the doors and drove up the winding rock carport. The house appeared to watch her methodology, its windows like eyes looking out from behind weighty draperies.

Leaving her vehicle before the fabulous entry, Jane ventured out and paused for a minute to respect the design. In spite of its age and the mileage of time, Ravenswood House held a demeanor of style and secret.

With the key she had gotten from the legal advisor, Jane opened the front entryway and ventured inside. The lobby was fantastic and rich, with a general flight of stairs paving the way to the subsequent floor. Dust-covered furnishings and blurred representations decorated the walls, and the air was thick with the fragrance old enough and rot.

As Jane investigated the ground floor, she was struck by the magnificence of the house's inside. Each room was a demonstration of the craftsmanship of now is the ideal time, from the unpredictably cut woodwork to the finished glass windows that separated the blurring daylight.

However, as she wandered further into the estate, Jane couldn't shake the inclination that she was in good company. Murmurs appeared to reverberate through the lobbies, and the shadows appeared to move and move willingly.

Not entirely set in stone to shake off her anxiety, Jane chose to zero in on unloading and sinking into her new home. As she unloaded her possessions, she ran over a photo concealed in an old cabinet. It was an image of a young lady, strikingly gorgeous with dull hair and penetrating eyes. On the rear of the photo was expressed, "Eleanor Ravenswood, 1910."

Interested, Jane pondered who Eleanor Ravenswood was and what her association with the estate may be. Might she at some point be a far off family member or maybe a past proprietor?

As night fell, Jane got a fire going in the great chimney and sunk into one of the rich easy chairs in the library. She got a book from the rack, an old calfskin bound volume named "The Historical backdrop of Ravenswood House." As she read, Jane felt herself being brought into the past, the tales of affection and selling out, misfortune and secret, winding around a spell around her.

As the clock struck 12 PM, Jane acknowledged she had been perusing for quite a long time. The fire had torched to coals, and the estate was covered in haziness. A chill ran down her spine as she understood she was in good company.

Out of nowhere, a delicate murmur reverberated through the room, "Welcome home, Jane."

Frightened, Jane admired find the spooky phantom of a man remaining before her. His eyes were loaded up with misery and yearning, and his voice was touched with despair.

Jane Montgomery, the new proprietor of Ravenswood Estate, had set out on an undertaking she would never have envisioned. The secrets of the house were simply starting to unfurl, and not entirely set in stone to uncover reality, regardless of the expense.