Then taking out the Key Christine had given her; she climbed the steps and opened the door…
The entry hall was a wide beauty room leading to the grand staircase. Which like a great dark mahogany serpent that wound upwards through the manor house. High above a large oval stained glass skylight showered the entry hall and stairway with colored light.
Slowly Marcia scanned the room finding a steady tempt of eighty one degree’s…
“No cold spots here.” Marcia muttered under her breath as a bead of sweat trickled down her cleavage. She shrugged off her jacket and scanned the room for magnetic fields next. Again discovering nothing of importance, at least here in the entry hall there was no activity. Normally this sort of thing would be done at night, but with all the obviously very powerful activity reported. Marcia had decided to get an idea of the lay out and hot spots before investigating the place at night. Moving to the wide stairway, she slowly began to climb to the second floor. Wanting to check out the bathroom where the first assault had accrued. Christine had managed to get the room redone it appeared, and although there was some strange readings on her instruments. It was nothing that couldn’t be explained by an under ground water source and bad ventilation. The whole of the house seemed fairly normal in fact from attic to basement. It was at this point that Marcia began to wonder if her client might just be crazy.
When her equipment spiked, she was in the basement somewhere below the back most part of the house. She hardly needed the instruments to tell her something was going on here. The cold damp air of the basement suddenly grew hot, dry and stifling, almost tingling with power. Carefully she made her way through the old box’s and wine racks. Until she began noticing the charring on the woodwork around her, the servant’s quarters were just above! Could those dead servants be the answer? Suddenly she found her way blocked by a brick wall… the bricks looking fresh and new compared to the charred woodwork around them. Slowly she searched around the wall discovering that it was a roughly twenty by twenty foot block. There was no obvious way inside, but she knew without a doubt there was a room within. She placed her palm on those smooth bricks surprised to find them dry and warm to the touch. Where the mortar was cracked and crumbling away, she could feel hot air blowing softly out between them. Something was very wrong here… and she knew her investigation was only just starting. Her next step would be to find out all she could about that murderous Butler…