Where it all started

Moonshone brightly ,the crackling of trees against the wind ,the sounds of insects having a conversation. the night never looked soo brimful. It looked like moors came alive but something about it ws so mysterious, I felt like it told a story . Riding in carriage ,little did i know what secrets these moors hid and what will they show.

In this thought I was, till i got interupted .

"madam we have reached our destination",said Mr Quinton

I got off. Lay before me was a mansion with walls that had see more centuries than any human and I went inside with my luggage carried behind me . it was an old fortress standing tall for more than a hundred centuries still the interior was not looking that old.

        Mr Quinton told me the fortress was renovated just a decade ago by Sir Earnshaw .

      Looked quite a peculiar place to me and in those long halls i was escorted to my room .It was a lot better than the rest of this place with modern furnished look and windows which       gave a great view of the dark moors outside.

This is my new abode for atleast a week until this case gets over.