Hi guys, sorry for the late your information,the first adventure is going to be based only on Iris , with no connection to don't fear! Im in the middle of writing their meeting and I hope to begin the actual S.H cases very soon. This is going to be a fairly short chapter!
The drive to Hartem manor hadn't taken that long at all, a mere twenty minutes. At the far end of the long gravelled driveway, and surrounded by well-manicured lawns, the antique style manor nestled in a pocket of light woodland. The house itself oozed opulence with its ornate stained glass windows framed by deep mahogany and a majestic marble fountain which stood proudly in the midst of neatly trimmed flower beds of every colour. The house's whitewashed walls were barren of the ivy that clung to the walls of the older homes in the village, instead being furnished by hunched, disfigured gargoyles with grins that evoked notions of fiendish pleasure.
Iris sank deeper into the consolation of her fluffy coat, a frown etched upon her face as she felt the gaze of the gargoyles on her back. Ridding herself of her unnerved feelings, she trudged forward, plastered a hasty grin on her face and knocked three times on the large brass door.
Who opened the door, was an elderly lady wearing a floral apron and bearing a toothy smile upon her face. At her age, she would have one foot in the grave. "Good morning dearie. How can I help you?"
"Hello. I'm here for the interview with Miss Payne?" Iris asked politely, brushing the stray hairs that had escaped her bun into their rightful place.
"Oh my, that poor soul. She was very close to old Chapman, you see. Come in, come in .It's going to snow later, we wouldn't want you catching cancer from the cold now? Would you like something to eat, dear? Perhaps tea .Or picked eggs? Tea and pickled eggs…"The old lady began to mutter incoherently, leaving the foyer with the intent to be followed.