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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:49 pm
*You find a letter that belonged to the previous owners of the mantion, you read further*
My Dearest Beloved,
England, 1886
How I have missed you so, the nights here are not worth sleeping without you. I long to be there beside you and watch you’re every thought, but alas im am not and will be stuck here for another good 2 weeks. How is your health? Is that nasty cough still there? I pray it will be gone by the time I come back. The work here is unbelievable, so many sick, and they are all so young. Most of them are only 18 and under and have all ready made their death wishes. Im so scared that I will get this disease, it’s so potent. It hasn’t snowed here yet, it makes me sad. Do you remember when I proposed to you under that snowy tree? How nervous I was? I wish it would snow. Have you've been getting along with my parents? They haven’t given you too much trouble have they? The weddings only in three weeks and I can not wait. Well I sadly have to go, but I wish you the best and keep well, ~Eric Blair December 20, 1886 
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:50 pm
Makes you wonder if they haunt these halls?
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 7:36 am
our ansestors! Erik Blair I wonder who his dearly beloved was?
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 5:31 pm
You'll find out,
...Eventually....
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 12:44 pm
* In a dirty book you find the next letter*
My Dearest Beloved, I have just recived your letter a few days ago, and i have not heard from you since, im guessing that you are waiting for me to reply. Your parents are intolerable, and i cant wait for us to be married and move out of this infernal place. I know you love this place but its so big and stuffy. At night is scary because the halls are so vast. I even hear this creepy laugh everynow and then. Eric, you better not get sick, you promised me you would be careful. Its a shame whats going on down there, do you even know whats getting them sick? Please, Please be careful, I love you and i hope to hear from you soon. ~Sophia Beau Blair December 30, 1886 P.S- My love I sent you a picture of us... 
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:12 am
The ten minute walk to San Boal is worth it for this. I shall come here every day. Plus ten minutes is a really short walk. Slash also I am not going to come here every day. But I will check this a lot. Cuz this is fun...
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 1:19 pm
I cant wait till i write more, cause its a cool plot, and im very happy that you like it, cause most times i stink at writing... actually all the times... xp
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:08 pm
* In a mouse hole you find the next note...*
My dearest love,
This mail system is so unreliable, makeing you worry, its not right... well anyways, things here are looking better, a new doctor arrived here yesterday and has allready brought some new ideas to the treatment of the kids... He says that they have some wierd virus called Virrrea. He says it has somethings to do with a type of forest fungi that feeds on human life forces. He has seen it before and has been treated, but he has allways left before the treatment ended. I dont know if i should trust him, but it does not look like i have a choice. On another note, are my parents really all that bad? I thought they were tolerable... somewhat. Haha, ok so maybe your right, someday we'll move out, and you can leave them all behind. Those moans you hear at night are probably my parents snores...they are really bad! Dont worry about it, when im back it will be allright. You know that picture you sent me was really nice, i wish i had something to send you, to prove i still love you... i dont think i really need to prove it, but i just love you so, damn these nights are so long, someday ill be back, next to you. Bye, i love you and im allways careful.
Eric Blair
January 2, 1887
Happy New year!!* when you look at the note, it looks like there was once a flower, book pressed here, you think it was meant for the recipiant of this letter*
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 11:17 pm
* After you read the last letter you find another letter on the table with a letter knife through it....
To my Dearsest Beloved,
Eric , i have something important to say, lately i have been very scared in this house and decided to look up some information on the ancestory of this house. To my dissmay i have not found much, but i was disturbed by a tale that the old maid told me. She said that this house used to hold another branch of the family, the Harrisons. This family i was told was a unique, but secluded family ruled by an overbearing father and a abusive mother. They had a daughter named Jessamine. What i was told is that one day they decided to let a stranger named Ezra Warren stay at the house for a few days and then fell in love with the young lady Jessamine. Thier love was evenutally found out by the father and he kicked the man out and locked the young girl in. Now i dont quite remeber what the maid said next but all i could remember is that the young man came back for the girl and snuck out with her only to be found out by the father and the father killed Jessamine by a blow to the head. Ezar claimed a vendetta on the Family and the house that once held his dear jessamine. Soon after his daughter was killed, his wife died of head trauma. The father having lost his two girls, sold the house to his younger brother Levi Bliar and lived in a cottage in the mountians where he had another family. Soon after though they all we deceased, said to be some sort of mental breakdown by the father. Eric, im scared. These moans at night are horrible and im pretty sure its not your parents, i hear horrible things that im too afaid to talk about and i have a splitting headache right now, which may be why im not making much sence. Please Eric be careful dont do anything idotic and come home soon. I love you, and i cant stand your parents...
~Sophia Blair
January 11, 1887
P.s You dont need to send me your love, i know its allready here.... waiting for you....
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 7:54 pm
hang on Sophie! he's coming!
oooh....i love this plot line...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 4:46 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:06 pm
Sorry, kinda forgot.... still hurting from the last story
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:28 pm
You are quite disstrubed by the letter and go looking for something happy to read only to find the next letter in shreads.. you try to put them back in order... but some things sound off...
My dearest beloved,
Sophia, Dont take what the maid said seriously, she's known to tell scary stories.Truth Truth, it all truth She told me one when i was young and played horrible tricks like having objects thrown at my head, All Blairs deserve this having letters placed all about the library all by Jessamine and Ezra, locking me in rooms from time to time so dont worry You are to suffer as did we its all tricks. My sweet, im almost done work here. Ill be back soon, on the fourth of feburary. Although the eheheh this virus is nothing compaired to us virus is not gone, the doctors have been orderd to go home in fear Why do you keep finding our letters of them getting sick, they think if they can quarintine the sick people that the virus GET OUT OF OUR BELOVED HOME does not go world wide. I think they are idotic, but in truth i want to get home to marry you and see that lovely fluffy white stuff, that we call snow. I hope that headache goes away, IT never will.but in truth you should not worry to much about it You will die just like she did it would only make it worse. Just be glad headaches are minor things Blairs are cursedBye my love, ill see you when i arrive on the fourth of feburary.
Eric Blair
January 15, 1887
Get some rest my love
Cause i hate you
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:34 pm
Okay mr. creepy small font. You have an attitude problem. And I hate you too.
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