The House

Law sat in the office, waiting for the attorney to come into the room. He had taken the day off of work because he was called here so early in the morning. Law didn't understand why he had been called to meet up with an attorney.

The woman came into the room. He had been slouched in the chair but quickly straightened up when she entered. The woman had green hair and orange eyes. "Hello, Mr. Trafalgar. I'm so glad that you could come on such short notice."

"May I ask why I am here? Is there something wrong?" He was confused. Law didn't know if he had done something wrong or not. He had never had to face an attorney before.

The woman came to sit behind her desk. Her face turned grim as she put her hands together. "I am so sorry for your loss." Now, he was completely confused.

"Um...I don't quite understand." Law hadn't known that someone had died. "Who died?"

"Your Godmother passed away about three days ago. She left you everything she had." The attorney pulled out some papers. "She didn't have any children and she wasn't married. The only person addressed in her will was you." She flipped through some pages. "You were left her house and all of her fortune."

"Wait. Who is my Godmother?" This was all too much. He never knew that he had a Godmother. His parents never told him that.

"Her name was Rose Rain." The attorney handed the papers to him. "You can go through and check all of what she left you." The woman pulled out another piece of paper. "Here is the address. You can go there whenever you want."

Grabbing the piece of paper, Law looked at the address. He knew for a fact that the house was on the outskirts of town. "How did she die?" He was curious about what had happened to his supposed Godmother.

"Well, she was old. She tripped as she went down her stairs and broke her neck." Law nodded. "You can go visit the house today if you want." She handed him a keyring. "The name of the house is called Dressrosa." Law nodded again. "If there are anymore questions, please, don't hesitate to call me. I will help you out as much as I can."

Leaving the office, Law called up his work. "Hey, I'm taking the next three days off. Is that okay?"

"Yes. You can take a week off if you need to," his friend, Penguin, said. He agreed before hanging up. Law walked to his car and decided to visit the house he inherited from his Godmother.

When he pulled up to the gate, Law was astonished. The house wasn't a house. It was a very large mansion. It was easily a half-mile away from the gate. Fumbling with the keys, Law tried them all. It was the very last key that allowed him through the gate.

He drove up to the house. Getting out, Law stared up at the enormous building. There was something uneasy about it. It's like something's watching me. That's not a good feeling. He had to go through all the keys again to find the right one to open the front door. The door creaked as he pushed it open.

Inside, the place was extravagant. It was like a ballroom in the entry way. He looked around. There was something about it that made it seem like it wasn't abandoned. "How old did she say it was?" He went through the papers again. They told him that the house was at least two hundred years old. There had been improvements made to the house to put in lighting and other modern things.

Law walked around to see what was there. In the gathering room, Law found expensive furniture. A TV was on the wall above the fireplace. He walked around some more. Law found guest rooms and many other rooms.

Coming to a door, Law opened it and saw that it led up. He was already on the third floor. Walking up the stairs, Law made his way to what he assumed was an attic. He coughed when he got there. Law waved his hand. Dust was all around the room. It made breathing difficult.

"What is this place?" Law inspected the area. It was spacious with a lot of old things. There were sheets over a lot of the items in the room. Going over to one sheet, Law removed it. He found a portrait underneath. It was of a family of four. There was a mother, father, and two sons. The way they dressed looked to be very old. Like 1800s old. "Huh. Must be the old owners of the house."

Suddenly, he heard something move below him. It made him jump a little bit. Quickly, he rushed down to see what could've caused the noise. He looked for the place just below that part of the attic. Walking down the hall, Law found the room below where he had been. It was a master bedroom.

Looking around inside, he saw how it was designed. There were black curtains that blocked out all of the sun and a king-sized bed against the wall in the middle with black bed sheets and a black canopy. The room was shrouded in darkness. Law couldn't really make anything out.

"Hello? Is there someone in here?" He wasn't expecting an answer. And, he didn't get one either. There was silence that followed his question. It made him feel relieved but still uneasy. There was something off about this room. It gave him the creeps. "I don't like this room," he muttered to himself. Law turned and left the room. He locked the door after he shut the door.

Going exploring again, Law was able to find the study. It had bookcases that reached to the ceiling. There was a desk near the window. Walking around the room, he inspected what was there. Law saw at the desk and started to go through it.

Coming across a piece of paper, Law unfolded it. He read what was written. It was a note from Rain.

My Dear Law,

I know that you don't remember me. I have been watching over you since you were born. I am terribly sorry for what happened to your parents. I want to let you know that I care about you and that if anything happens, I give you all of my possessions. There is a safe in the study that houses a lot of my money. It is yours to do whatever with. It is hidden behind the first bookshelf. The cold is 4-5-9-2. I am so sorry about not saying anything sooner. Have a good life.

Your Godmother,

Rose Rain

Putting the paper down, Law walked over to the bookshelf. The note never told him how to get to it. Law started trying all of the books. He had seen his fair share of mystery shows. Getting to a medical book, Law pulled it and there was a soft click that followed.

The shelf creaked open and Law moved out of the way. There was a metal safe in the wall. It was large and could easily be another room. He saw the padlock. Remembering the numbers, Law put them in and it opened.

Once the door was open, he looked inside. There were piles and piles of money. It was like a robber's gold mine. "H-How much did she leave me?" He stepped inside and began to look around some more. Not only were there piles of money, there were also golden objects, jewels, and ancient looking books. "What is all of this about?" He picked up one of the books.

The book was in a leather-bound case and held closed by a string tied around it. Untying it, he decided to open it. Flipping to the first page, Law saw that it was dated in the early 1800s. It was in what seemed to be a child's handwriting. He looked for a name. There didn't seem to be one on the book.

"I might read this later today." He put the book under his arm before leaving the safe. He called up the attorney. "Excuse me, how much money did my Godmother leave me?" He wanted to know so that he could figure out what to do with it.

"Um...In her bank account, it says that she owned over five billion. She had told me, before she died, that there was a safe in her house that housed more money. So, her fortune is not precise. You have access to her bank account and all of her money. Whatever is in that safe is yours as well."

"Okay." He thought back to the room he found. "Do you know the history about this mansion?" There was silence for a moment. "Is there something you didn't tell me about this place?"

"I will have your information ready by tomorrow. You can start moving into the house if you want to or you can sell it. It's whatever you want to do." Law sighed. "Your Godmother wanted you to stay there. She insisted that you live there when she died. I have no idea why but that was what she wanted."

"I will have to think about that." He thought about all of the moving he would have to do. "I will have to hire a moving company and choose a day for them to pick up my stuff."

"Actually, she had already hired a moving company. They are on standby for you to say that you want them to start moving your possessions into the house."

"What? I thought you said that she died three days ago. How did she do that?" Law didn't understand what was happening.

"She talked to me about a week ago about it. She wanted you to move in quickly." Law scratched his head. "You can move in today or tomorrow."

Law took a deep breath. "I will move in tomorrow." He didn't know what to do other than to accept it. "I'm going to go back home tonight and be back here tomorrow." The attorney accepted his decision. There was an uneasy feeling that crept up his back. It was something similar to someone standing behind him.

"There will be movers at your house in the morning. Be prepared to move by then." She gave him the time. Law reluctantly agreed before hanging up with her.

Looking around the room again, Law still felt the presence lingering around him. It was hulking and large. It's like a large person is following too close behind me. This is not comfortable in the slightest. I don't like this at all.

With the feeling still following him, Law decided to leave for the day. It was getting dark, anyways. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the door, the feeling of being followed disappeared. It was like it couldn't go past the doorway to outside.

Looking back to the door, Law didn't see anything. The door was shut, and he had locked it. Quickly, he got into his car and drove off. He didn't notice the being in the window of entrance hall, watching him leave. A grin was plastered on his face.

"This is good. I'm interested in this man." He laughed. "Fuffuffu. I like him so far. He's not like the others." The man backed away from the window and back into the house.

Hope you like the new story. Came to me after watching Ghost Adventures. I like the idea of ghosts. I have met quite a few in my time. Have a fantastic day. Love you all. Tatty-bye!