: The psychological confrontation with the voice at the door.
The heavy iron gate of the Blackwood estate groaned as Elias pushed it open. It had been twenty years since he last stood on this gravel driveway. The air here felt thicker, smelling of damp earth and salt spray from the nearby cliffs. He was here for the reading of his grandfather’s will, a man he had only known through stern letters and cold checks sent on birthdays. The Visit [v1.0] [Completed]
: Elias commits to the vigil to claim his inheritance. : The psychological confrontation with the voice at the door
: The onset of supernatural sounds and the realization that Margaret has disappeared. The air here felt thicker, smelling of damp
"Let me in, Elias. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to sit in the chair."
: The discovery of the grandfather's letter and the strict rules for the night.
She led him to the study. A single leather chair sat facing a massive mahogany desk. On the desk lay a simple wooden box and a letter. Elias sat, his hands trembling slightly. He opened the envelope and recognized his grandfather's jagged, aggressive handwriting.