"Dear (Y/N)... as my only surviving grandson, you are inheriting my mansion. It may be old and full of dust, but it can be an amazing thing once fixed up. But be wary, it is haunted by ghosts..."
I read out loud to myself, this letter I got from my grandpa. I sighed, then I got excited. "Maybe he has collected something old and valuable in there!" I said excitedly to myself. But even if there wasn't, a little elbow grease and I'd be living in an old mansion! "Ghosts..." yeah, right. I went there on Friday, I planned on spending the entire weekend cleaning it up. I had the key in my hand and was standing in front of it; if this was black and white and the 60's.. you could convince me that this was a prop in an old cheesy horror movie. I looked around and the trees were rotting and dead, "Maybe I'll splurge and get some new trees in..." I happily commented.
I looked around and outside and found