Two Mysteries

I'm not quite sure what to say at this point, but remember that locked room I talked about? It isn't there anymore. I don't know when it disappeared, but when the locksmith came it was nowhere to be found. The locksmith was a little ticked off at being dragged out here (not too angry though, he was still getting paid), and he said that I should get my head examined (among other things I won't reprint). I've double checked all the doors in the basement and all of them open. I'm really at a loss to explain what I'm experiencing. I'd be inclined to believe it was a dream if I didn't have a garbage bag full of broken tools and a sore shoulder from my encounter with it. I really think I should take the locksmith's advice and at least get a cursory psyche exam, the problem is my brother's lawyer might find out about it and use it against me in court. Evidence of a mental breakdown is the last thing I need at this point.
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There's something else. Lately I've been noticing strange noises outside the mansion at night. Now, since I'm out in the middle of a heavily wooded area, the mansion is a little hard to get to. If something were to go wrong, like a break-in or a fire, I'd be on my own. Therefore I've taken the liberty of purchasing a twelve-gauge, in case its not just in my head. Got to go, tomorrow is a court day and I have to prepare.

The Locked Room

Another discovery. Last night I found that one of the rooms in the basement wouldn't open. I tried every last one of the thirty-seven keys I received with the house, and none of them unlocked the door. Undeterred, I retrieved a set of tools from the garage to force my way in. That's when the situation became downright strange. All the electrical tools stopped working in the basement. I know they aren't broken, because I bought them last month and they worked fine on the ground floor. I even changed the batteries twice before giving up and moving on to the regular tools. None of them even scratched the paint of the doorhandle, not even the sledgehammer. (I'm not the strongest guy in the world, but I'm fairly certain that me, plus sledgehammer, plus door, equals no more door.) I'm rather ashamed to admit that I lost my temper at that point. My shoulder is still bruised from the repeated ramming attempts, and I'm the kind of person who can't let a mystery go unsolved. I'm calling a locksmith.joyansorrowliebeyond

Dust

Nothing at all to report on the second floor, besides an abandoned hornet nest and drawer full of marbles.
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The third floor is a different story. It looks like it hasn't been used in centuries. Seriously, the dust has to be an inch thick, and its everywhere. Its not normal dust either; its the kind that reeks of must and dryness and really impairs breathing after a few minutes. It took forever to get it off me too, I swear it sets like glue. It had to shower three times, and I can still smell it on me. Its highly annoying, and I'm not the type to get annoyed easily. I'm probably not going up there again; and since the attic is the only thing above it (and it has to be even dustier), I'm going to look through the basement this morning. With the way things are going, its probably flooded or something...

Exploration

No update on the lawsuit at this time I'm afraid. I've taken the liberty of hiring my own lawyer, who assures me that our own case is airtight, and that we'll be able to counter with a slander lawsuit. I told him I just want to get this case over with (he looked rather disappointed), and that I didn't want anything bad to happen to S. I still love my brother, even after all the things that have happened in court. While I'm on the zubject, I've noticed something else about S that bothers me. Before the incident, as my grandfather referred to it, S was outgoing, carefree, and well... loud. Now when I look over at the prosecution I see a silent pale man sitting in the looming shadow of his lawyer. But enough about my troubles, on to the mansion.
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So far, I've looked over most of the ground floor (I'd estimate roughly ninety percent), and I have to say, this place must have been the very essence of opulence in its prime. The furniture is still in the same position it was all those years ago. I've begun the task of uncovering the main hall and the living room (which itself is almost as large as a normal house), and I've made significant progress with the kitchen and dining hall. I'm starting to get a feel as to how the mansion will look when its been fully restored, and well... its pretty nice. Still, no time to celebrate. Today I'm going to start moving upwards and hit the second floor. Maybe I'll find a clue as to why the frame is made of lead while I'm up there.

Prodigal's Revenge

I haven't posted lately, as I'm sure you'll notice (not that anybody's really reading this blog anyway). For the past few weeks I've been caught in the middle of a legal dispute over the ownership of the mansion with my younger brother, who I'll refer to as S. A few years back, S... well he did something I'd rather not talk about; and this event or series of events ended up costing him his place in my grandfather's will. How this gives him the legal ability to challenge my ownership of the mansion is beyond me, but his lawyer's foot found its way into the door and now everything is uncertain. To be honest, I really hadn't expected to see S again; he up and left after what he did and I haven't really heard from him until recently.

On another note, the electrician checked out my reception problem on the second floor. It turns out that the second floor has a lead framework. This is really strange for a number of reasons. One, the other floors have iron frames, even though they were built within weeks of each other. Two, my grandfather was...kinda paranoid about poison. He never ate or drank anything that he didn't see prepared, and he had an emergency anti-venom pack on every floor. As far as I'm, aware he was pretty savvy about possible harmful chemicals, so why he allowed the second floor to remain is beyond me.
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Anyways, I'll try and keep up the updates from now on; barring any unforeseen legal action from S or his freakishly tall lawyer...