Murder Mansion

The Invitation

It was the month of March. The month of freedom much awaited by students all over the world. A time when they could room about inanely and proudly bicker during their daily venture to the cinema halls before they are back to slaving away in their 'Mandatory' prisons, termed as schools, bound by the chains of boredom and knowledge. The same applied to Hailey Bennet, an ambitious young girl of 18. She had her own website where people could anonymously ask her to look into unsolved riddles of the past and she had been quite successful in her first few attempts- not bad for a beginner. Again, it was March, and she was comfortably sprawled out on her couch with a letter in her hand and a triumphant smirk planted on her face.

The entire office staff was in a frenzy. They had just witnessed John Wilson storm out of his office and leave an indeed very puzzled man hanging. They were hardly cross with him but walking out on the head of the biggest law firm in the city in such a lovely mood was a bold action, a bit too bold perhaps. He was a professional journalist, and quite famous too, known for his astounding work on uncovering secrets. Usually, you would categorize him as another conspiracy theorist; the unusual part was that his theories proved to be true. John was 22, but his behavior, as his colleagues would describe, was that of a 'grumpy old man'. After that delightful meeting, he scoffed and proceeded to sit in his chair. That's when he noticed a not-so-odd envelope lying on his desk. Upon careful inspection, he learned that it only had his name on it. He also thought that the envelope looked a bit old. Nevertheless, he tore it open and started reading.

The large crimson drapes swiftly parted to reveal a stage of neatly arranged placards filled with beautiful scenery, which had been gracefully painted upon them. Soon it was flooded by actors performing their roles and dancing to whimsical melodies. Among those who were peacefully admiring this sentimental spectacle was Mrs. Fiona Langley. She was a woman of poise, conservative-minded but stylish, who had rather strong opinions on social etiquettes. Ever since her husband passed, she presented herself a stubborn lady of 42, and insisted on handling her own affairs independently. She walked out exactly at 4:30 pm and drove home. Among the many documents that her late spouse had left her was a reasonably accommodable manor. Mrs. Langley reached home to find an envelope at her entrance. She opened it, read the letter that was inside. She looked amused and pleased with herself when she placed the letter on top of her logbook and to-do list on her desk.

Bill Gibbons was a 30 year old man. He was a detective and really good at working on his cases, but not so good with talkative people. He preferred peace and quiet, and got extremely mad when others interrupted him. One day he was sitting in a cafe, a little boy came up to him and handed him an envelope. To satisfy his curiosity he started reading it.

Avery Whitestone and Derek Shaw were high-school students and childhood bestfriends. They both had always dreamed of becoming famous writers. They had written a couple of stories together, and had published them. Their hard work bore fruit and they received a lot many good reviews. One day they were going through their reader's responses when they found a letter addressed to them. They proceeded to read it. 

50 year old Edward Malcolm the host was seated in his office chair thinking to himself, " Let's see what happens when they enter this mansion. Will they ever be able to escape?!" He smiles cunningly and drank the rest of his coffee.

This is a part of the story written by Raisinghania and me. We hope you all like it. The full chapter has been published on Raisinghania's page.