Talia Norwel & The Mystery Of Mortmyr Manor

[Episode 1]

Silence. Silence as Eerie as the night peering through the window of the antiquated manor. The door screeching ajar, as if in symphony with its rustic floorboards. Despite her trepidation, Talia proceeded past the threshold.

The air itself felt off, still and cold, as if as decrepit as the walls around. Upon investigation, she caresses a cabinet, of which she opens the drawer; A lone photograph of an older man and his wife. The words "Herman and Evelyn Mortmyr 1932" scribbled on the back.

She turns to search elsewhere, after gently reclosing the drawer. Shifting past the Veil of dust looming in the air around. Her phone rings, it's thundering sound piercing the otherwise silent Manor.

"Tell me you found something"

"I found no evidence linking Mr. Herman Mortmyr, to the disappearance of the lovely Kate Thompson and Wesley Phillips. He lived a simple life, built a home, and then nothing until his passing in '34. Poor 'chap

"How bout his wife.. Evelyn Mortmyr"

"Wife? No mention of her anywhere. How peculiar."

Rustling from the other end echoed, through her ears. As Mr. Lorek frantically Flipped through several pages.

"Mr. Lorek?"

"There have been several unsolved disappearances over the last century. Small children for the most part. Never heard from again by their parents..."

"That's Awful"

" if I'm correct in my assumption, we could very well being dealing with a lamia

"A lamia?"

"Dastardly creatures, that prey on the young. They disguise themselves as human, to hide their serpentine appearance. They're real pieces of work."

"Like a gorgon?"

"Similar in manner, though their bite is worst than their appearance. They won't turn you to Stone, but their nothing to scoff at. Like the Snake they are, they generally prefer shady areas. You have your blade, Ms. Norwel?

"Never leave home without it"

"Please do be careful"

She hung up the phone, replacing it only with her blade in hand. It's silver glint gleaming in the pertruding Moonlight. She continued searching making her way from room to room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

She approached an entryway. Long narrow stairs reached down to its depths. She proceeded down them, each step creeking louder than the next. Her Flashlight the only thing illuminating her path, her grip never resting on the grip of her Blade.

The light grazed the walls, as she scanned each crevice; reaching from corner to corner. Vast shelves with books wrought with age, amongst every inch. A dusty table stood at its center. A mysterious box, wrapped in old tattered brown paper its only decor.

A smell most foul lingered in the air, as Talia proceeded to look through the study. Her Flashlight gleamed and glistened, as distant shadows scurry from its light. A hidden aisle behind the shelves revealed its malodorous Origin.

Slumped against the wall, pale as a ghostly specter, A serpentine - like creature. It's eyes glazed white, it's body colorless and putrescent. It's chest pierced, and broken. A silver fire iron at its feet.

Talia sheathed her blade, picking up the phone, and dialed Mr. Lorek

"I found our lamia. Though don't think it's our pursuer. It's been dead awhile. When was the last abduction .. prior to this year?"

"That would have been '97, Ms. Norwel. The disappearance of Ryan Alec, 14, a Student at Central Heights Middle School. Says here he Was last seen by his friends Nathan Wright and Jessica Rousse entering the manor."

"Thank you Mr. Lorek"

Talia hung up the phone, returning it to her pocket. Her Flashlight scouring every crevice of the darkened study once more. She returned to the old dusty table, where the box stood. It's brown paper tattered yet intact. An incision in its top, opened but fallen back into place.

She reached for the slit in the box, gently drawing back the cardboard. Regretting her decision, as she was pulled towards its confines. Once again the box fell into place, wrapped in old tattered brown paper.