It was just another morning. You were getting ready for whatever you usually get ready for, and with a cup of your preferred morning beverage in hand you were leafing through the usual junk mail. You wondered to yourself, as usual, why you even bothered, until you came to the last letter. It was crinkled pale yellow, and it looked like it was addressed to you, but you've always had a hard time reading ink-splotched, archaic handwriting. It was sealed with some important looking wax crest, so you cut open the letter with a small knife from the kitchen (since that wax crest looked pretty sweet). Inside it read, Dear [LONG LOST YOUNGER RELATIVE], Hi-ho! It's me, your [LONG LOST OLDER RELATIVE]. I'm speaking to you now after never contacting you in your young life because I have some important news for you. Well, speaking in a sense, because if you're reading this that means I'm dead. Now, don't break out the tissues and grieving parties yet, because this is actually wonderful news for you! Y'see, my close family are a bunch of backstabbing n'er-do-wells, and in a fit of pique I've decided I don't want any of them to have a speck of my mind-boggling fortune. So I've decided to give it all to you, because letting a stranger have it would let me rest a lot more peacefully than if any of those people. Enjoy it! It's your problem now. Below that were a series of directions on how to get to your new mansion and wishes of luck from your now dead [LONG LOST OLDER RELATIVE]. The other papers in the letter looked like a bunch of important documents that were proof that you (yes, you) were now the owner of riches beyond your imagination. But the estate was quite far; in fact, you've never heard of the neighborhood. Or country. Or continent. Could you leave behind all you've known and owned, all your friends and family, just on the word of some letter? Hell yes. So you packed up your things and whisked yourself away to your new home, following the directions given in the letter. It wasn't an uncomfortable journey but... you don't really want to dwell on the specifics. Nevertheless, you eventually find yourself in front of your new mansion. And what a mansion it was! You couldn't believe your eyes! The front garden was kept in impeccable shape, and the rich color of the outer walls themselves made the mansion look like it was brand new. You yanked the door open and stepped into your new domain. Imposing marble framed the doorways as your raced down the gaudy hallways. The house was practically filled with things you didn't even need, but dang was it all impressive. You found the stairs and climbed them up two at a time.... But in your delirium, you didn't see the bunching in the hallway carpet... And you fell flat on your face, but not before smacking your noggin on the nearby marble table. ***************************************** The first thing you realized was the taste of ashen garlic in your mouth. Next was the fact that your cheek felt moist, probably from your drool. And third was that you were lying down in a terribly uncomfortable position. Shakily, you pushed yourself up on all fours. You squinted up at the light flooding the room, and your neck felt like it was made of wood. Someone had drawn your outline on the floor, and you weren't sure if it was chalk or paint. When you felt up to it, you finally took a look around the room. The air felt thick and it smelled like mildew. You peered over at the hole in the floor, and when you realized how thin the flooring actually was, you hastily crawled your way down the stairs to the ground floor. You leaned up against the walls for support, noted that the wallpaper was peeling and soft under your hands, but you didn't stop to take in the sights. You fumbled your way past the whatsit that covered the floor and found your way outside. Well great. Just great. You muttered obscenities to yourself as you took in the view of the backyard. Obviously, this must have been one big joke that someone pulled for whatever godsforsaken reason. Probably fairies. Or maybe that witch you accidentally cut in line at the supermarket that one time. Still fuming, you make your way to jump the fence, but when you try to go over you feel yourself slip right off. You try to straddle over the fence again and again, but you somehow lose your balance each time. You finally let out a groan of frustration, and the wind blows through the branches of the nearby dead tree. You swear you hear a chuckle, and then you know you hear a clear voice rumble in a space behind your eyes, "Why don't you stay a while and play with me? I've been lonely for so long. I promise, I won't hurt you, but I can't say the same for the others... Won't you play my game? A prize awaits the victor, but the nature of the prize all depends on you..."