Thyme's Manor was a horror filled place, so said the people of Thyme's Fall. The large, supposedly empty building sat crookedly upon the hill near the town. It was once home to the Thyme family nineteen years ago. Clive Thyme was the man of the household, husband to Alice Thyme. The couple had three children, Thomas, the eldest, Dick, the middle child, and Heather, the youngest. The Thyme family was famous in the area due to their large fortune. The family never left there household except on business or family purposes, and when they did, they would never go near the town. It wouldn't be hard to believe the Thyme children had never set foot in the place.
Thyme's Fall was a small town which was home to villagers who kept to themselves. Apart from the odd 'hello' and 'how are you?' no two families ever spoke. This unsociable lot never had many problems from their neighbours, it had been this way for decades. So, of course, it was a big shock to see the villagers running around, talking and discussing on one winters morning nineteen years ago.
'Have you heard?' said the baker.
'I couldn't believe it!' cried the butcher.
'There must be a town meeting!' shouted the mayor.
So there was. No later than twelve noon, the usually empty town hall was filled with every occupant of Thymes Fall. Mayor Hadder addressed the people saying, 'I am sure you have all heard. The Thymes Manor caught alight last night around two in the morning. There has been no sign of any survivors. We have lost five members of the community today. Let us hope it will stay just at that...'
The people disliked Mayor Hadder, they all believed he was too soft. He had always included everyone, as well as the Thyme Family, who the villagers believed to be a stuck up sort and didn't deserve to be counted as members of the community. You couldn't really blame them considering the countless times Mayor Hadder sent invitations to the family to dine with him and the invites to the village festivals held every two years, and getting no answer from any of them.
The Thyme family were strange. Too strange for some peoples liking. The fire could only mean good as far as the villagers were concerned. But when experts in the village were sent in to look at the Manor, they never returned. About a week after their disappearance, the village created a search party. Those in the search party didn't return either. Two more search parties went in, but failed to come back. The villagers agreed they had lost enough in the village and left the Manor as it was, standing hauntingly upon the hill, still and silent, looking over the village.
That was nineteen years ago and the legend still remained of the disappearing people, all presumed dead, and the village went back to being an unsociable place. Until now. Respired Estates, a large, reliable estate agent who had control over the sales of the Thyme Manor, hired eight highly qualified police members to investigate the grounds and insides of Thyme Manor. Whatever caused the disappearances before, wasn't going to stop now.