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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Drawmack" data-source="post: 876653" data-attributes="member: 4981">The Case of the Winslow EstateApril 4, 1921Between classes this morning I got a call from a David Lager. I instantly recognized the last name, but couldn’t recall this man. After some time spent on idol banter with him talking about my family and father he got down to the purpose of his call. It seems that he had heard I take private detective work on the side. I asked him to come to the office to talk. Mr. Lager arrived at my office quite promptly, giving me barely enough time to contact two of my investigative colleagues Bill and Lizzie. Through talking with Mr. Lager I found out that he was a friend of the local hero, James Winslow. He had sold Mr. Winslow the property he built his estate on and wants us to investigate the three year old disappearance of his friend. A part of me is curious why he is approaching us now, why not sooner, but I do not ask him and proceed on with the details of the case. He doesn’t know much useful information about the case. He knows that Mr. Winslow was very secretive about the house going so far as to hire a construction company from out of town. It took over a year for the house to be completed with a crew working seven days a week, but the house should have only taken three months on that schedule. On the day of the disappearance he met Mr. Winslow for lunch. When Mr. Winslow departed he went to the house. Some time later Mr. Winslow’s car was found in front of the house but there was no sign of Mr. Winslow. Since this time three other families have lived in the house.The Milheim’s, one of our history professor’s families, moved into the house first. Their son, Louis, reported that he saw a man in his room that vanished when he turned on the light. A different incident, however, spurned their leaving. Returning home from holiday they entered to find the living room walls completely soaked in blood. Then as they stood there locked in a gaze of horrific awe the blood vanished before their eyes. They left the house never to return.After the Milheim’s a pregnant couple, the O’Hara’s, moved in. They only stayed for about three months. As per the real estate laws, the new occupants were informed of the house’s history but this did not deter them. Mr. O’Hara is quoted as saying, apparitions only scare the weak of spirit and mind. In November they went away for thanksgiving and returned to find all of there possessions destroyed. Furniture was smashed to bits, cloth was ripped into confetti and the piles of debris were left in the center of each room. There was no sign of forced entry, no evidence that trespassers had even been on the estate could be found, the doors and windows were still locked and no strange activity had been reported at the house. The O’Hara’s never entered the house again, even paying people to clean up the mess.The last couple was the Mosher’s, a couple who moved here to retire. They only lived there a very brief time. I remember the news paper articles. On Christmas morning the couple was found dead in their beds by the daughter and grand-children. My understanding is that that it was defiantly murder; but the case remains unsolved with a dead trail.I inform Mr. Lager that I have decided to take the case, but would have to get my colleagues to agree and that we would need to settle on price before I could get them to agree. We settled on the amazing fee of $17 an hour plus expenses with $50 up front for each of us. My colleagues agreed rather rapidly. I can’t help but shake the feeling that Mr. Lager is playing the weasel here, but I can’t figure out why. He defiantly only cares for himself and there has got to be a reason he waited this long to contact someone. I must remember to investigate those things as the case progresses. Privately Mr. Lager offered me an extra $200 if I could provide proof that it was super natural activity and that the house was clean.In the evening I spoke with Dr. Milheim and his wife, Amelia. He told me that he loved the house but his wife and son spoke of strange goings on in the house. He, however, never saw a thing. He does recall encountering a retched stench. He dismissed it as the septic system on a hot day and had it pumped out the following week. Amelia would not tell me much but she did state the just looking at the house makes her uncomfortable as if something is amiss with the place. Louis seemed very distant, especially for a child his age. I could not get the parents to let me talk with the child, but I know there is information locked in that tiny little mind of his that I need to get at.After my meeting with Dr. Milheim I decided to unwind with a few drinks and Bill’s club. While I was there an old friend, Officer Jones, came in with what I assumed to be a rookie partner. After making small talk with Jonesy for a little bit I pull him to the side to talk about what’s bothering him. He tells me it’s the Mosher case. He says it just doesn’t add up. The father was found next to the bed where a struggle had taken place. The entire bedroom was in disarray. He had a .45 caliber bullet wound to the back of his head. The mother was found in the hall closet, the coroner’s report state’s that it was a heart attack but he doesn’t believe it.  The things at the house just don’t add up. Every window and door in the house was locked except the front door which showed signs of forced entry. There wasn’t a single track leading to the house and no foot or finger prints anywhere inside the house. It just doesn’t add up, it’s really starting to get to him. They had a copy of the blue prints that were compared with the copy held by the original construction company, Insmouth Construction Co., and proved to be identical. Why would someone do this? What kind of monster kills a retired couple?4-5-1921I found many interesting pieces of information in the library today. Insmouth Construction Co. appears to be a rather large company but this house is the only time they have ventured out of New England. The company is owned by the Marsh family, who seem to own most of Insmouth. The Marsh family has had a couple of brushes with the law. They have always walked away unscathed. They are probably paying someone off. I came across an obscure court record from the civil war. It seems that during the mandatory drafts of the civil war no one from Insmouth went, a couple of people were brought up on charge but it was quickly covered up. After a day of hitting the books and teaching I head over to Bills social club to relax a bit before going home to attempt to prepare Danforth for tomorrow. When I get there, Jonsey is already there, sitting at the bar looking already intoxicated. In private counsel he tells me a junior architect was killed at the drafting house today, shot with a .45 caliber weapon. The building was then set on fire. He fears he will not be able to get me those blue prints I asked for. When I told him that wasn’t his fault he looked almost guilty. Then quickly said he was leaving.I had Lizzie follow Jonsey home. She reported back to me that through a couple of unlucky turns she almost died. She saw Jonsey in an alley talking to someone, whose voice she recognized but could not place. Then she was spotted and when the unknown individual attempted to shoot her his gun misfired. She managed to hide behind a dumpster and over hear Jonsey saying, I don’t think she saw you just leave it alone. Then the two men walked away. I went to research the scene where the incident took place. There we located a .45 caliber shell and nothing else of note. While we were in the alley a car drove past very slowly, almost as if they were checking out the alley. I attempted to hide, but fear they may have seen me.</blockquote>

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