Whispers

Chapter 12

Erika, Jeremy, and I sat around a computer. His laptop had dozens of windows opened up. We were focusing on a few, though. One was scanning orphanages and the other was searching my parents' family history.

"Jeremy, what are your grades again?" Erika laughed.

"I have a 3.4 GPA and excel in computer science." He looked up at her and she scoffed. He focused back on the computer. "Remember that random incident where everybody's online tests closed and the background photo was of Hitler?"

"That was you?" Erika gasped.

"Yeah, I watched him do it," I mumbled. A ding caught all of our attention. A small window popped up. It said No Data Found. "What's that?"

"That is from your parents' family history," Jeremy said slowly. He started typing again and another window popped up. One Matching Result. "That is from an orphanage."

"Wait, my name is in an orphanage system?" I frowned.

"Hold on. Let me open it." He opened the results and that's when all of my history popped up, including my birth records. I was originally born Michael Philis Grigori, but was changed to Parks. My photo was up to date. Then as we looked over it showed an adoption date. It said I was adopted two years ago. I've been living with these two people all my life, but I wasnt adopted yet? What the hell was going on?

"It says two years ago," Erika said as she looked at me with wide eyes. "Did you have any idea? Foster parents are required to have in house check ups. Nobody came by and seemed strange?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to before two years ago. A woman would come to the house and conduct very suttle questionings. She would leave after having tea or coffee with my parents.

"Yes, every other week." My temper was rising. "How could they not tell me? Keep looking."

Jeremy went to work as Erika held my hand. He brought up more windows then one started flashing with Positive Results. He opened it and it showed all of my family. My biological family. My father's name was Christian Grigori. He lived in my home town, but died two years ago. My mother was murdered when I was six. By my father.

"This doesnt make any sense," I whispered.

"Get this," Jeremy said as he pointed to the top of the screen. "Michael Grigori is your biological grandfather. His son lived in this mansion until he and his son, Kenneth, left suddenly. The mother was found murdered a few towns over five years after they disappeared."

"See if there is any trace of a will," Erika chimed in.

"Already on it." Moments later, another window. It was a scanned document. "This is from Kenneth Grigori. It states that "this will is to be hidden within the mansion my father, Landon Grigori, passed to me. If a descendant finds this will with the name of Grigori, the mansion shall be his. No matter who decides to soil the lands of the Grigori mansion, the land will be his." And this is signed by not only Kenneth Grigori, but two witnesses, and it looks like three lawyers."

"That means those people should have some documentation in their law firm. If it's still around." Erika frowned.

"I know that name," I said as I pointed to one of the names. "I saw it before. Bring up my family history again."

He brought it up and I saw that the name of my adopted parents were related to one of the men who signed the will. Kaden Smith. It was my supposed great grandfather. I groaned and gripped my scalp. I was going crazy with all of this being thrust against me. I was adopted, I'm related to possible serial killers, and I am to inherit this mansion. Where would it be?