The Witch House Heritage

Andrew Couer, 24 years old an unemployed, opened the letter. It came on strange letterhead featuring a snake that had been split in two.

The letter read ¨My dear nephew Andrew, I regret to inform you that I have passed away. Please meet with my representatives and I will give you a great gift.¨

Months later, after meeting with this legal team and that legal team, making all the correct decisions, even going as far as to the funeral of an aunt he didn´t even know he had, Andrew drove up the mountain to see a house she had left him. He thought that maybe he might see some cash from the place, if he could only sell it.

Turning a corner to a small flat meadow hidden down a dirt road, he came to a great mansion. It seemed cut into the hills around it. He stepped up the stone staircase, pushed open the door, which creaked, and surveyed the place, wondering where he would inspect first.

¨This will never sell,¨ Andrew mumbled to himself.