The Whispering Mansion Part 1: The Big Gift

 

Jennifer received the letter on a crisp autumn morning. It came in a faded, weathered envelope, the kind that belonged to a bygone era. Her uncle Edward, a reclusive man she barely remembered, had passed away, leaving her a sprawling estate in the remote countryside. The letter hinted at riches and secrets, promising a life-changing inheritance if she dared to claim it. Intrigued and a little desperate, Jennifer decided to make the trip.

Upon arriving, the mansion loomed before her, its dark silhouette stark against the evening sky. Vines crawled up its walls like skeletal fingers, and broken windows gaped like empty eye sockets. As Jennifer stepped through the creaking front door, she was met with a blast of cold air that carried the scent of decay. The house was silent, save for the faintest whispering, like distant voices carried on the wind.