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  Therefore, the next day I went into town to his office, where he revealed that the trust left to me was worth just over one-million dollars. He also indicated that I would be taken care of for the rest of my life with that amount of money since it was all invested, and I could only get a portion of it once a month. He revealed that it should be more than enough money for me to live off for the rest of my life, as I could not blow it all on worthless material things.

  Nonetheless, before I had turned twenty-one years of age I had already traveled to numerous places within the United States to investigate the existence of the paranormal, extraterrestrials, and the New World Order. This sort of thing went hand in hand with supernatural occurrences that had been happening throughout the world, and is where I started to attain much knowledge. In fact, I even started researching and studying philosophy and numerous religious beliefs to get a better understanding of the power structures of the world, which had led me on a path all the way back to ancient Mesopotamia. It seemed as if the deeper I dug, and made my way down the rabbit hole, so to speak, investigating supernatural phenomenon, along with the New World Order and the occult, the more they had in common with one another, somehow they were all connected.

  It seemed as if the one percenters who are ushering in the One World Government have received some sort of enlightenment from an advanced extraterrestrial species thousands of years ago, and are using this information to bring forth the Antichrist. The puzzle pieces started to all come together!

  When I had turned nineteen years of age I had moved out of Saraphe’s parent’s house and rented my very own two-bedroom house on the outskirts of town. It was small, but just enough room for all my things. Saraphe and I were still close. However, she went off to college to study to be a Veterinarian out in California after she graduated high school. Yes, we still keep in contact, but the calls seem to be diminishing between us as time goes on. I know that most long distance relationships seldom work out, but some do. Therefore, we shall see what happens in the future between the two of us, as we did have a lot of chemistry together, but that is a story of its own. A hot, sweaty story, if you know what I mean. Her parents never knew how close the two of us had been, as we kept it a secret since I was living in their house. I will keep it at that for now.

  It was a cloudy and gloomy day so I decided to finish some much-needed research on my laptop when the silence that filled the room was suddenly interrupted by the sound of my cell phone. I picked up my phone and started to read the short, but to the point text message that I had just received. It became clear right away that this was no ordinary text from someone that I knew. It was unexpected. Therefore, I stopped my research right then and wondered if this could have something to do with fulfilling my destiny that I had somehow forgotten about.

  It was someone telling me that they were sending me an e-mail with the details, and that I should read it right away. Therefore, I quickly opened my inbox and there was a new e-mail. I was nervous, but very curious as I opened it and read it. It was a very intriguing e-mail to say the least. A woman named Elizabeth Blackwood had vaguely stated that some very strange things had been happening to her starting at midnight and ending exactly three hours later within her newly inherited home in which she has been residing. She also said that this home has been in her family for well over one-hundred years. She went on to indicate that the house somehow changed its form during those three hours of the early morning, and so did anyone who resided within the house from midnight, and then after the three hours were over everything would go back to normal, including whoever or whatever was still residing within the residence. Elizabeth even stated that she had thought that whatever these supernatural forces may have been, were also controlling the entire town, as well as the people who resided in it. She also went on to say that, these atrocious supernatural forces were trying to kill her and whoever is within the house, and that she really needed my expertise.

  Thus, to my surprise, Elizabeth Blackwood indicated that she was willing to pay for my entire trip out there to Briarcliff Acres, in South Carolina along with the return trip. She bluntly stated that money was no object, even if I could not eradicate her house of the detrimental supernatural forces that occupied it.

  I instantly replied to her e-mail and asked her how in the world she obtained my phone number and e-mail to get a hold of me, and in what seemed to be just seconds after sending her the e-mail I had received one back from her indicating that she had found my telephone number along with my e-mail address on a desk calendar within the house. She indicated that the exact words written down were, for anything out of the ordinary get in contact with Mason Williams.

  I replied and told her that I would be delighted to give her my professional assistance, and that I would catch the first flight out there tomorrow. That was all that was said in the e-mail conversation between the two of us.

  Therefore, I went and started packing my things for the trip.

  It was very early the next morning when I awakened. The sun was not even up, and around six or so in the morning I stepped into the shower and approximately thirty minutes later I was out the door. As I turned around, after locking the front door I noticed that the Uber driver that I had called earlier was already waiting for me in my driveway, waiting to shuttle me off to the airport.

  The drive to the airport was very pleasant, as the driver was a beautiful blond haired woman with an outgoing attitude that I could not take my eyes off. Unfortunately, the drive to the airport was quick, taking only thirty minutes to arrive at the drop off point. Nonetheless, the two of us talked so much that I would have thought that we had known each other for years. As I got out of the vehicle I thanked Melony, the Uber driver and commented on her beautiful blue eyes, saying, “Your eyes are very alluring Melony,” as I closed the passenger door.

  She gave me the biggest smile and asked, “Mason, what does alluring mean?”

  I replied, “It means attractive Melony, and that you are.”

  As I finished getting my luggage from the back of the vehicle Melony replied, “Thanks so much Mason, you’re pretty attractive yourself.”

  I glanced back at her one last time and smiled before making my way to the airport terminal. As I waited in line to board the plane, I started to wonder what was in store for me when I got to my destination, and in less than an hour the plane was already in the air, and I was on my way. I slept almost all the way there, just waking up prior to landing, as the fasten your seat belt chime had awakened me, and as I looked up I seen the fasten seat belt sign lit up. As I glanced out the window, I noticed that it was raining heavily, although the plane was traveling around five-hundred miles per hour, which made it look as if we had been caught up in a hurricane.

  As soon as my flight had landed, to my surprise it was still pouring down rain as I walked down the stairs, leaving the safety of the plane. Very intense bolts of lightning lit up the blackened night sky, when suddenly a loud crackle of thunder shook the airport terminals towering windows as if it was an immense earthquake. I have to admit I was startled for a second, but swiftly walked through the sliding doors and right into the airport, which then sheltered me from the unpleasant weather, and made my way over to the car rental counter. Once there I asked the young woman behind the counter, whose name was Lynsey by the way, if they had any rentals available, preferably a compact car that gets good gas mileage. Lynsey checked her computer for any available rentals and said, “Mason, I have a white Chevrolet Cruz available.”

  I quickly replied, “That would be perfect,” and I filled out all the necessary paper work that was needed and asked, “Lynsey, where can I pick up the car.”

  She responded, “I will have someone bring it up to the pick-up area of the airport, which is right outside the airport terminal doors.”

  I made my way from the warmth of the airport, out into the covered pick-up, and drop off area, when the brisk night air sent chills through my body, as if I had just jumped into freezing
water. As I waited for the rental car to be brought up tiny droplets of rain blew in under the covering of the pick-up, drop off area, and hit me right in the face, blushing my cheeks, and felt like tiny needles piercing my skin. What seemed to be thirty minutes was only five when a white Cruz pulled up and a man got out and asked, “Are you Mason Williams?”

  I replied, “Yes, that is I,” and he handed me the key fob and helped load my luggage in the trunk of the car. I did not bother with chitchatting because I was in such a hurry to get out of the rain and on my way, as it was already getting late. I got in the car and took off, driving out of the airport like a bat out of hell.

  After roughly twenty miles or so, I had found myself driving on an unlit, unmaintained, two-lane road in a thunder and lightning storm that seemed to be never-ending. Do not get me wrong, I love thunderstorms, but did it have to be tonight of all nights. The rain was furiously coming down, forcing me to turn the vehicles windshield wipers on high, which then made them seem like they were violently slapping out of tempo on the highway. I had the vehicles high beams on as well and still could barely see a cars length ahead of me on the darkened two-lane highway when something caught my attention. The headlights were reflecting off something very shinny up ahead on the right side of the road. I wondered if it could it be a road sign, and as I got closer, I could tell that it was indeed a road sign, but I could not make out what the sign said, then it suddenly came into focus, Briarcliff Acres four miles ahead.

  The trembling sensations running through my body ever since the sign had come into focus were trying to

  tell me something, but at the moment I could not pin point what it was. However, I did know one thing for sure, and that was this trip to the Blackwood Manor was already proving to be very exciting and interesting. Somehow, I knew that this trip had something to do with fulfilling my destiny, and for now, I had no reason to believe any differently. Unbelievably, I have not investigated that many supernatural occurrences after learning that I had a destiny to fulfill by my guardian angel Ambriel.

  As I entered the small town of Briarcliff Acres it truly seemed deserted, but then at this time of night surely everyone in this small town would be asleep. Bear in mind, it is definitely not Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps. Nonetheless, I drove on another thirteen miles when a sign came into view, a sign that said Deep Creek Road cut off two miles ahead. Even before I had went the two miles my imagination was running wild, along with the anticipation of not knowing what I would find once I arrived at the Blackwood Manor. I looked down at my dash for a split second to check the odometer to see if I had gone the two miles, as my navigation on my phone had stopped working for some unknown reason, and when I glanced up again at the road, there it was, the sign that said Deep Creek Road. Therefore, I took a left and kept an eye on the odometer until it had said I was just about to hit the four miles that Elizabeth had indicated that I had to go before I came upon the dirt road that led to the Blackwood Manor. What do you know? There it was, a dilapidated sign on the side of the road indicating that the Blackwood Manor was just down the side road. Go figure, and just my luck...it was an unmaintained dirt road that looked as if it had not been used in a very long time.

  Elizabeth Blackwood had stated in her e-mail that it was exactly four miles from the Deep Creek Road cut off to the dirt road leading up to Blackwood Manor, so this must be it, being exactly four miles, and having an old dilapidated sign that said Blackwood Manor on it. I also remembered Elizabeth telling me to take the first dirt road on the left, and that it would lead me straight to the Blackwood Manor, so that’s what I did, even though it was the only direction that I could go.

  The downpour made the narrow road very muddy and slick. I wondered if this could be the only way to the Blackwood Manor, and hoped and prayed that I did not get stuck out here on this unmaintained road in the rain at this time of night. Nonetheless, I remembered that Elizabeth had specifically stated that this dirt road was the only driveway to and from the Blackwood Manor in her e-mail to me. Therefore, I decided what the hell and started my way down the narrow, muddy road, which started to get very slick as I carefully navigated my way through the mud stricken road. Even though the car that I was driving was front wheel drive, which transferred more weight on my front tires for traction, and gave me more control over the vehicle. I had to keep my speed up just enough to keep my momentum going so I would not get stuck, but slow enough to still keep control of the vehicle. I was glad to have rented a vehicle with front wheel drive, which gave me more control over the vehicle as I drove down the muddy road and around the sharp curves.

  This was the longest driveway that I had ever seen, let alone driven on. Geese, it surely seemed to go on and on, and I was beginning to think that I had driven onto the road to nowhere when suddenly, the car broke free from traction and started sliding sideways around the sharp curve that I was in, which was exhilarating and scary at the same time. However, I managed to keep the car under control and kept on driving when a yellowish glow came into view. As I continued onward, down the muddy driveway, and closer to the yellowish glow. I had noticed that the glow was coming from the lampposts that were positioned at the entrance to the Blackwood Manor.

  A light mist had still covered my vehicles windshield, as the Blackwood Manor came into view, and at that very moment reminded me of a horror movie.

  The closer I got to the Blackwood Manor I began to feel the tremendous power from the supernatural forces that were concealed within it. It made me very nervous, and an uneasy feeling began to come over me, as this was a powerful and unpleasant force that I had never felt before. I somehow knew that this was an urgent and dire situation that Elizabeth was in, and that it had to be investigated as quickly as possible. As I pulled up in front of the Blackwood Manor, I suddenly began to feel something weird, an evil force of some sort trying to get inside my body. I could even taste it, and the taste was very unpleasant, especially in my mouth, it tasted like death, that is if death had a taste. I knew that there was something wrong with the situation at the Blackwood Manor. I did not like the situation one bit. This could be very dangerous for Elizabeth, and for me. I hope that I have what it takes to relinquish the evil supernatural forces that have taken over the Blackwood Manor.

  I knew at this very moment Elizabeth was waiting for my arrival. Well, I had assumed that she was waiting inside the Blackwood Manor, as I had just called her right before I started my way down the mud stricken driveway from hell, and her maidservant Alexandrea answered the phone and stated that she was expecting me.

  Once I pulled up in front of the Blackwood Manor, I got out of the car, removed my luggage out of the trunk, walked up the steps, and set them on the porch. The Blackwood Manor contained two enormous doors that must have stood at least twelve feet tall. I was nervous and stood there motionless, as if I had been frozen in time for a brief moment, gathering my thoughts before I reach up and grabbed the uninviting doorknocker that resembled the goat headed Baphomet that was attached to the gargantuan doors, and clanged it three times in a row. It was not very long after I clanged the uninviting metal doorknocker before an elderly woman, which was rather plump, pulled opened the enormous door, and invited me inside. As she guided me through the main hall and into the sitting room, I noticed a very beautiful woman seated in a reclining chair. As the two of us walked into view, the beautiful woman exquisitely rose and said, “That will be all Alexandrea, you may retire for the night if you wish.”

  My first impression was that with her beautiful looks along with her magnificent English accent, and with the way that the Blackwood Manor looked, we could have been playing out a scene from an old80’s horror movie. Elizabeth got up and held out her hand as if she was going to introduce herself, but instead said, “Well Mason Williams, I must say, you are not at all what I had pictured you to be. What I mean is. I imagined you to be a lot older.”

  Being the smart ass that I am, I replied, “Likewise Elizabeth, I imagined an older grey haired
woman that walked along with a walker, but instead I see a very attractive young woman in her twenties that is out of place in this old house.”

  “Very observant Mason, I am twenty-six years old to be exact, and I would guess that you as well are in your twenties.”

  “Elizabeth, that is very good, I am twenty-two years old, and not much younger than you are.”

  I acted nonchalant about what Elizabeth had said to me, trying to cover up just how frustrated her remarks had really made me. What in the hell did my age have to do with the matters at hand? I am a twenty-two year old man in my prime, at that. I was filled with rage, but I was determined not to let it show. The moment had passed and we eventually got down to the nitty gritty at hand with her next remark.

  “Mason, may I ask you what your first impression of the Blackwood Manor was?”

  I replied, “Magnificent, Elizabeth, I would be telling you a lie if I said that I have seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life. You must be very proud to be the owner of this magnificent piece of property. I believe you told me that it had been in your family for over one-hundred years. Am I correct? However, it does not look it.”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact it has been. However, my first time to see the Blackwood Manor had been about a month ago. I was born and raised in England, and I never knew of its existence until my parents were killed. It was not until the lawyer read my fathers will that I had heard the name Blackwood Manor.”

  “I am terribly sorry to hear about the tragic loss of your parents Elizabeth.” I replied. “However, it worries me why your parents had kept this magnificent place a secret from you for all these years. It seems as if they were trying to protect you from something that could harm you.”

  I was beginning to wonder about these things, but I had to keep my curiosity in check at the time being, and let her carry the conversation. I soon realized that she could not give me any background whatsoever on this place. She seemed to be a very nervous young woman, and I had a strong hunch that she knew a lot more than she was willing to admit at this particular time.