[Crystalkitsune85]

The drive was a long, boring, and tiring one. She was relocating herself to an old house that her grandmother left her. Her mother and father had died in a car accident a few years earlier, and her grandmother passed just a few months ago. She was willed the house her mother grew up in as a kid, but when she got married and her grandmother wasn't able to take care of the house or herself anymore, it was abandoned. It was in perfect shape, it was just dirty and needed to be cleaned. A house was a house, and it was free so who was she to complain about a little tidying up?

Once she pulled up the driveway and put her car into park, she turned off the motor and got out. She noticed that the outside definately would need painting, but everything seemed to be in decent shape. No holes in the roof, no broken windows. Whomever watched after this house while it was empty did a good job of keeping it from being vandalized.

She pulled the keys out of her pocket for the front door and unlocked it. She was told this house had been in the family for centuries. Before that when it was first built in the 1800's the house belonged to a wealthy banker, who had lost his son in a brutal murder. His case was never solved, and his family moved away and her ancestors moved in.

She stepped in, and let her eyes adjust to the dark. All of the curtains were drawn, keeping the light out. She walked to the windows and pulled open the curtains to light up the rooms. Dust. It was everywhere. She heaved a sigh and saw how dusty and cobwebby everything was. She'd have her work cut out for her.