Here's Chapter 1 of Worst of Blackmoor Manor. Hopefully, I can remember to update this story at least once a week.
Greetings from jolly old England! Only right now, I'm not too sure about the "jolly" part. That's because I was supposed to be on a flight to Britain. I have no idea why the plane landed in the England, instead.
I'm here because of our neighbor, Mrs. Petrov. She's the one on corner, with those annoying small dogs who bark all the time. Apparently, her daughter Linda just married a British diplomat named Hugh Pennyvenny. Ever since then, Linda has become bedridden and grouchy. Mrs. Petrov wants me to find out why. I don't know all of the details yet, but I'm thinking of calling this "The Case of the Missing Aspirin".
Hugh's aunt, Mrs. Drake, is running the manor in his absence. The only other person living there is Hugh's twelve-year-old daughter, Jane. I'm told that Jane is obsessed with games. She once spent nine hours in a row, playing tic-tac-toe against her guinea pig. Mrs. Drake needs to get her some help.
So here I am, I'm about to be dropped at Blackmoor's black moor. I can't tell if the butterflies in my stomach are because I'm excited, or just a tad creeped out.
Talk to you soon (I hope),
PS. I don't know how I'll send you this letter. The lady at the post office said I had to pay in pounds, but I don't have any money which is heavy enough.