Newton was relaxing in his cozy home after a long day in the metal works, sweating for hours in what now felt like his factory he was exhausted. The two things he wanted to do when he got home was sit in his chair and not look at a piece of metal for another day. His wife was in the other half of the room that served as their kitchen and outside he could hear his three children playing some new game they made recently. All was well in the house of Greymill then came the sudden rasp at his door.
Sighing Newton got up creaking his worn legs, wondering who ever this could be at this hour he opened the door in a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. But when he opened the door he was greeted with the face of a strange older woman he has never seen. She was hunched and wrinkled and seemed to struggle to just stand there, and he could not help but notice the large envelope she had in her hands.
"Excuse me is this the Greymill residence?" She asked in a low wheezing voice that seemed to struggle as much she was. Answering the obvious the question Newton told her it was which produced an relived expression on her otherwise exhausted face.
"Then Mr.Greymill if you would be so kind to let me in you're home their is a matter of grave importance I must discuss with you."
Newton let this roll in his head for a bit, she did not seem like a con artist though he supposed the point of a con artist is that they don't seem like one. But this whole situation seemed off and if it was anyone else he would have told them to leave and comeback later or perhaps not at all, but seeing this vulnerable wheezing women who was old enough to be his grandmother he could not turn her away. Helping the elderly woman in his house he led her into his living room/dinning room and sat her in his comfortable chair. After giving her a few minutes to catch her breath and after she drank a glass of water his wife produced she was ready to get at the matter at hand.
"I am sorry to inform you Mr.Gremill but a member of your family has passed."
She conveyed this news in a blank monotone voice. He and his wife were shocked and she saw that they were taking the news hard but before it could truly hurt them she raised a hand.
"Oh I must apologize again sir, the person who passed is indeed related to you but you never met her in you're life." He and his wife sighed in relief but this raised one simple question.
"Then why are you here?" Newton asked the messenger. She smiled thinly and slowly handed him the thick white envelope.
"To give you the inheritance Mr.Greymill." She informed. Newton was puzzled and had questions but felt he would get his answers in the thick and heavy envelope in his lap. He opened it and two metal objects fell out. He picked them up, one looked like your a common key to a door but the other was a key but was...stubby and round. He found these weird and strange but he decided it was best to break the seal and read the will that was left to him by the relative he never met. The seal was pink wax and in an odd shape in the middle there was a heart but enclosing the heart was what looked like an gear. Snapping it open he saw the letter addressed to him.
Dear My darling Nephew,
I am dead but that probably does not matter much to you seeing we were never in the same room during my life, still out of all of my relatives I saw fit to give you my greatest possession my estate and everything that resides inside it. But I am afraid there is a catch though, you will only receive the deed to the property if you and you alone can live in the estate for a month. That is all and have a fun and exciting stay at my manor! Your loving aunt Elizabeth Gearheart.
In one letter Newton found out that he not only had an aunt but she died but she also left everything to him. To say this seemed odd was kind and to top it off there was the condition that he had to live there by himself for a month to inherit, he heard of cases like this but a week was the most they would go. Again he would have said no because who would not but then he looked at his home, it's four rooms and five family members with a sixth on the way. He thought that yeah this was probably bogus but if on the off chance it was not then he would regret not trying for the rest of his life. He told his wife about the letter and what he planned to do, she was resistant about her husband being gone for a month but she knew that they could use the help if it was true. The hard part was the kids he had to pry there snoting tear soaked forms off him when he left and promised that he would be back. In the carriage with the elderly woman he watched his small home fade away and hoped he was making the right choice.
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