(I've had a lot on my mind for th last couple of weeks and i accidently put my name instead of just writing you last chapter.)
"is there a problem sir," the butler asked in his usual tone.
"No, I was just heading to the library." You told him.
"Right this way, sir," He said and he led you down the hallway to a small green door which you had to crouch down in oredr to get inside.
"thank you," You said to him and looked around the room. It wasn't terribly big and probably couldn't hold too many books on the shelves.
Looking through them you noticed several books by Poe, Dickens, and Twain but none that explained anything about the house's history until you noticed a folded sheet of paper sticking out of a copy of "the Tell-Tale Heart."
Taking the paper you opened it to noticed that it was written sloppily and even had a few rips where the writer had pressed to hard with the pen.
You read it.