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As each individual arrives at the house, a doorman allows them entry, they are brought to the Parlour where a portly gentleman greets them. His greying moustache and hair showing off his age as his hazel eyes give off a trusting feeling to them. Despite his beautiful home his hands feel as tough as leather and show that this man has worked for most his life, the wealthy way of living coming later. 

The room is well furnished, a large book collection sits in the corner and there are plenty of seats for everyone. A globe sits in another corner of the room and a large desk stands beside it. Above the fireplace is a rifle, placed inside a sealed glass case, with a plaque beneath it. Despite the homeliness of the room, it does not seem like it is used much. 

John Smith allows the group to exchange names then soon gets down to business. 

[b]“Now I’m sure you are wondering what all the fuss is about. Why do I need you here? Well as you may or may not know I own quite a few properties in the Boston area, I rent them out and have been happily living off of the business for quite some years now. Recently I have bought a house however that seems to have connotations with…. Well let me explain”[/b]

A butler walks into the room and elegantly places a tray with 5 glasses. John walks over to a small cabinet beside the fireplace, he removes a key from his pocket then stops. Quickly looking towards Sofie, he places the key back in his pocket and returns to the group. He dabs some sweat off his forehead as he calls for the butler to return, asking for the glasses to be filled with juice.

[b]“Anyway.. oh yes the house. A few years ago a family moved into the house, the Mosios..Machios..Macarios something like that. Well anyway, a year after moving in the man seemed to have some sort of accident, and soon after he was placed in a sanatorium. Before the month was finished his wife was also placed in a sanatorium. The two children were sent to their grandparent’s house somewhere south. Anyway, I bought the house recently and hoped that most sensible people would not even think about this ‘haunted house’ joke, but apparently a lot of people are superstitious like that. Believing that if they moved into the house something bad would happen to them. Now you might be asking why I would buy the place if I knew about these rumours and the answer is it was cheap! This house was made almost a hundred years ago, it’s a converted bungalow with two floors and a basement, despite how cheap it was that’s not helpful if no-one will live there”[/b]

The glasses of juice are brought in and placed on a small table in the middle of the seats. 

[b]”Now, what I need of you is two things. One, I wish for you to do some research about the house, find out why it is apparently haunted, maybe learn some history that I can tell clients about. I’m sure you can find some information at [u]The Library[/u], [u]The Hall Of Records[/u] and maybe it would be a good idea to find newspaper articles at [u]The Boston Globe[/u]. Second, I wish for you to investigate the house, maybe find out the Macarios story by visiting [u]Roxbury Sanatorium[/u] It’s just a short drive out of Boston and you might find out what’s wrong with the place. Now I’m going to be straight, I don’t believe anything is wrong with the house, but if I can get you guys to have a look, maybe sign something saying you have investigated and found the house is completely fine. Then maybe I can start persuading people to start renting it out.[/b]

John walks to his desk and takes a large key from a small hook 

[b]”Here is the key to the place, now as for pay I was thinking I pay you each $20 now and then when all the work is done I give you all a further $30"[/b] 

John opens a locked box on the desk and takes out $80, placing it on the small table with the key.