Northwest Mansion Mystery Novels & Stories

And speaking of activities, I decided to play Sherlock Homes. I went down to the customer information section and showed the male attendant the old rusted key I found at my doorstep. I was wondering if this was a duplicate of Madame Brenda’s key to the storage room. He did take a careful inspection of it and then informed me that it wasn’t the key to the storage room. It was actually a key to another room. He told me that it was a long-lost key for a very special quarter at the mansion. It was located in the north wing, third floor of the mansion, but nobody was allowed to enter there anymore. It was rumored to be some important royal chamber, maybe the chamber for the King or Queen.

It would be easy to turn around, to leave the mystery unsolved and pretend she never followed Jayden here. However, her curiosity and thirst for revenge was more than her fear and so, she made her way through the gate and onto the mansion. When she got to the mansion, she saw that the windows were cracked and obscure, and the door sagged on its hinges. The walls outside were cloaked in ivy and moss. It was obvious that the mansion had been abandoned for years. How did Jayden even come to discover such a place? Was he hiding a dead body in there? She was not very willing to walk on those old creaky steps that made ominous sounds beneath her weight, but she sulked it up and did.

"I’m hunting. Is the safe house ready?" "Not a safe house, sir," Miller said, opening the car door. "The North Ridge Estate. It was never under the King Corp umbrella; it was in your mother’s maiden name. The Vances don't even know it exists." We drove in silence through the canyons. L.A. looked different from the shadows—a city of lights built on a foundation of lies. As we pulled into the long, winding driveway of the North Ridge mansion, a mid-century masterpiece hidden by ancient oaks, I felt a strange sense of closure.

The driver from my house came to pick me up, and after getting in the car, he unexpectedly asked, "Is my wife asleep?" The driver uncle was taken aback, "I don't think so. I heard Anna say that Mrs. Mercer was in the greenhouse all evening." Dawson stopped talking and sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, closing his eyes to rest. The Mercer's mansion, located in the heart of the city, was a grand and opulent residence. It was built in the 19th century and stood as a symbol of wealth and power. The mansion boasted intricate architectural details, with its towering columns and ornate carvings. Inside, the rooms were adorned with luxurious furnishings and exquisite artwork. The Mercer famil

I asked, trying to find out if I was following the right direction. "Yes." Troy said. "Secretly." I raised my brows. "Yes." "That's insane." "You can say that again." North and Troy answered at exactly the same time. But neither appeared remotely amused. I rubbed my temples, and nodded my head slowly. At this point why wouldn't there be a secret resident hidden somewhere in the mansion? Hamlet suddenly straightened. "The east wing." Every head turned, and he narrowed his eyes as if he's shocked. "The unused servant corridors."

Before we knew it, we had both apartments packed and were headed to the mansion. “This is the place where that woman was murdered a few weeks back. Right?” asked the driver as he hopped out of the van. “There was a party and she was murdered.” “That’s right,” said his helper. “I remember that. I thought the owner of the house was under suspect for doing it.” He turned to Nora and me. “Are you girls sure you want to live here? The owner is reported to be dangerous.”

Her body began to tremble as the sinister message seeped into her very being, leaving her weak and helpless. Who was exactly this mysterious tormentor, leaving these unsettling notes in her room? Apart from the first note that had greeted her on her first day moving into the mansion, she had received a few others, warning her to leave the mansion while she still had the chance. Now, THIS. . . WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS MANSION? She'd never had any doubt about The Clermonts from the first day, but considering recent events, she was starting to grow wary of them, and this mysterious note only added to her anxiety.

I couldn’t remember. There were certainly no Prince Charmings around here. Perhaps I’d gotten stuck in the villainous version of the story. Fuck, I was starting to go insane. But seriously, this place wasn’t right. Earthquakes? A secret blood-dripping hourglass? Roses in the middle of winter? Everyone in this mansion was keeping the truth from me. I could feel it. I pulled on a knee-length, fur-lined coat, grabbed the books, and stepped into the frigid hallway. Voices reached me from the bosses’ office at the far end, growing louder as I drew closer. I ignored them and walked on by.

So are you ready to leave with me now? "Yes." I whispered and we walked to the car. When we got into the car, Bennett zoomed off. The drive was a long one, and finally we pulled over into a beautiful mansion in the middle of nowhere... "It's an Estate." He said. "I'm sorry Sir, but I'm not seeing any houses here." I said. Who would build a house in the middle of nowhere? A Mafia man. He chuckled. "It's behind the mansion. Plenty of houses." "And it's all yours, right?" I asked and he nodded.

There weren't many cars moving around, there were only one or two, and even then it was very rare. After a few miles of driving, she was greeted by a tall gate with statues of a little naked angel on its right and left. She drove inside and got a little nervous. What if something bad happened to her? Finally from a distance, she could see a large all-white mansion that was quite similar to James Miller's mansion. Even just the sight of the resemblance gave her the chills to know how much of an influence Nora had on the life of James Miller... At the gate of the mansion, she was greeted by two guards,