Tag: family history
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The Secrets of Covingport Manor – Part Seven
Hannah interviews potential new hires and warns them against the ghost her other staff believe haunts the residence. -
The Secrets of Covingport Manor: Part Six
Finding a gardener was more complicated than I expected. Elaina and Frank weren’t joking when they said Aunt Blaire ran off most of the professionals around. All the ones I called, she either fired, the grounds were too much for them, or they didn’t have any openings on their full-time client list. I was on ... -
The Secrets Of Covingport Manor: Part Five
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Nothing happened. The stone door didn’t budge. I pulled the iron handle again and had the same result. The door might have been sealed shut. But who would seal shut a mausoleum door? Or maybe I was an idiot, and there was some special ... -
The Secrets Of Covingport Manor: Part Four
“Loyalty. Elaina and I, our families have served the Covingport line since Edward’s arrival...It is true that we owe no loyalty to the tainted Covingport line. But Elaina and I believe that one day the true Covingport heir will come back to us.” -
The Secrets Of Covingport Manor: Part Three
The murder happened about a century ago...Edward James Hawthorne Covingport was the original owner and title holder of the marquess line. No one knows who did it, it was never solved. -
The Secrets Of Covingport Manor: Part Two
“Covingport Manor is haunted by ghosts.” “I don’t believe in ghosts. They’re simply make-believe legends that people tell themselves to help them grieve loved ones,” I told them. -
The Secrets Of Covingport Manor: Part One
My Aunt Blaire was a recluse. I had met her twice in my twenty-three years. One of which I don’t remember. So I found it surprising the day her lawyer stopped by to name me as her sole heir. Maybe it was because I hadn’t known she was dead when he began blabbering condolences. -
History Repeating: A Poem
I find my lungs won’t cooperate denying tears of their oxygen for I feel the darkness of the storm A storm, I myself, almost didn’t survive still trying to rebuild, yet the air’s electric with negative intent I know what dark road lies ahead and the nasty storms a-brewing, metallic taste Though ...