August 20, 1920
I am quite perplexed by the size of this manor. The façade is quite an extraordinary feat given the compact, slim look seen around the exterior. Oh Eugene… you were certainly one for grandness.
The fireplace is quite astounding. Stone flooring with brick surrounding the woodstove and two stone lions guarding it, though I do not foresee it doing much with the many rooms surrounding the area, though I suppose some renovations were in order regardless.
Note to self: Remove the portrait of the wench above the mantelpiece. Why my grandfather would have even thought of placing my aunt's portrait there is beyond me.
I seem to find it nearly impossible to avoid a quick gaze upon the grand staircase leading to the second floor, the portrait of Maria is quite a sight to see, and I couldn't think of a better place than above the stuffed black bear. I have heard the stories of her resembling such a thing; benevolent and altruistic she was… a woman of the nurturing kind. I do so wish to find out the credited artist, such a masterful piece deserves bountiful praise.
Though… Now that I think of it, it does have quite the ominous tone to it. Listen to me… Harvey you are better off taking a swig of whiskey you sleep deprived dog.
I do believe that this place was well worth the fight. Grandfather was always one to be indecisive, so it should seem fit that he would stutter when choosing a new owner for this manor. I do hope that everything goes as planned, as with the weight already upon my shoulders with investors acting like vultures it seems only a matter of time before I crack. Perhaps a good scare with the six-gun would suffice.
Whenever I pass a gaze at that portrait I instantly become overwhelmed with wonder. I cannot seem to purge from my mind a question... Why would my Grandfather wish to keep such a memory? What reason had he to everyday wander upon that otherworldly glare of Maria Blackburn, when immediately upon her passing, so I was told, had urged that any and all remnants of her residing in this manor were to be removed. If this was his wish... Why keep the portrait?
Grandfather had reserved multitudinous secrets, as I've heard. Many a folk would dare comment on his rather peculiar mannerisms regarding the many tales the manor had to tell. I suppose that's notice enough to leave..
Strange noises.. I could hear the sound of leather boots on the second floor.. though it is quite obvious that I'm the singular occupant of the property. Upon preliminary alarm I instantly jumped at the opportunity to investigate, realizing that a robbery could very well be in progress. I took advantage of the moment and ascended the staircase, to the master bedroom along the left side.
The second floor, to my surprise, was vacant. Strange, though it may just be the manor itself.