Bloodlines: Cove Point Manor

Bloodlines: Cove Point Manor

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Genre: Mystery and Crime

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The story is about Alex Tinsdill who, through the results of a DNA test, discovers he is the sole heir to a $250 million fortune and a Gilded Age mansion on Long Island called Cove Point Manor. The main character soon has two greedy family friends arrive, Brenda and her daughter Connie, who are out to separate Alex from his fortune. Unknown to everyone, the ghost of Alex's great-great grandmother, Rebecca Farnsworth, is protecting Alex and the mansion. Rebecca haunts Brenda and Connie in different ways, driving one to the brink of insanity and the other to reveal her true intentions. The story is sprinkled with some dark humour and a love interest.
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Summary

The story is about Alex Tinsdill who, through the results of a DNA test, discovers he is the sole heir to a $250 million fortune and a Gilded Age mansion on Long Island called Cove Point Manor. The main character soon has two greedy family friends arrive, Brenda and her daughter Connie, who are out to separate Alex from his fortune. Unknown to everyone, the ghost of Alex's great-great grandmother, Rebecca Farnsworth, is protecting Alex and the mansion. Rebecca haunts Brenda and Connie in different ways, driving one to the brink of insanity and the other to reveal her true intentions. The story is sprinkled with some dark humour and a love interest.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Arrival

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Alex Tinsdill arrives at Cove Point Manor, a Gilded Age mansion he has inherited along with $250 million. Alex discovers his ties to Cove Point Manor after a DNA test confirms he is the sole heir to a family fortune. Unknown to Alex, Cove Point Manor was the scene of a fatal accident in 1926 and the mansion is now haunted by the ghost of his great-great Grandmother who protects her family and her home. When two greedy relatives arrive trying to take Alex's money, the ghost begins to make her presence known.
A fast moving story, with dark humour and a love interest keep the reader interested from start to finish.

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Submitted: February 19, 2017

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Chapter 1: The Arrival

The sun was sitting low in the west as Alex pulled the truck and trailer off the road and onto the driveway. He stopped just short of an imposing, ornate iron gate. He looked up and read the name worked into the wrought iron.

“Cove Point Manor…this must be the place.”  He said to himself as he put the pickup truck into park.

Alex reached over to the glove compartment and took out a manila envelope. He reached inside and pulled out a large, unusual key labelled “main gate”. He stepped out of the car and walked over to the gate. He inserted the key and gave it a quick turn, releasing the lock.

The gate looked heavy and stood at least 10 feet tall at the top of the arch. Alex gave the gate a push, but the ancient guardian did not move easily.

“This thing weighs a ton.” Alex said under his breath before putting his full body weight into the gate.

Slowly the heavy gate started to swing open. Alex pushed the gate to the side of the driveway and when done, he was perspiring in the warm air of the late September evening.

“I think I will leave that open for now.” he mumbled as he put the key into his pocket.

Alex looked up the driveway towards what should be the house, but he could see nothing; the driveway appeared to disappear into the overgrown trees and shrubs.

He then got back into his truck. In the long trailer behind was Alex’s pride and joy – Maybelline. Maybelline was a 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville, his prized possession since he found and purchased her when he was only 18.

Other loves had come and gone in the last 20 years, but his love for Maybelline had never wavered. It had been love at first sight – 20 feet of deep glossy black paint and shining chrome. In Maybelline Alex felt safe, secure.

“Well old girl, it looks like we are home.” He said softly to Maybelline as he put the truck into gear and slowly headed up the driveway.

The driveway to the manor was unpaved and the gravel softly crunched under the weight of the truck and its load as Alex slowly drove towards the house. For the first few minutes, Alex could see nothing other than the driveway and overgrown trees and shrubs that lined both sides of the narrow driveway, creating a canopy that enveloped the truck and trailer, allowing only slivers of daylight to enter.

The driveway slowly arched to the left, and into Alex’s sight came a clearing, and in the golden light of that September evening, Cove Point Manor came into view.

“Wow!”. Alex exclaimed softly, leaning over the large steering wheel to get a better look at the large stone mansion.

Without realizing it, Alex had brought the truck to a stop and stared at the sight before him. Standing on top of a slight hill above the clearing was a massive stone mansion.

The house looked enormous even from where Alex had stopped the pickup. In the dying daylight, Cove Point Manor dominated the landscape. The house was made of a dark grey stone, with accents of lighter grey stone around the windows and doors.

The roof was slate, almost black, and several large chimneys rose up towards the sky. The mansion appeared to have 3 sections – the main house, which was the center, and 2 smaller, yet still large wings on either side, stretching towards the back of the main house.  

Alex hung over the steering wheel of the truck as he continued up the driveway, trying to get a better look at the house. The main entrance jutted out into the driveway, creating a covered entryway. From that point the driveway continued to the west side of the house, arching slowly back down towards the road.

“There must be two entrances to this place.” Alex thought as he looked down the driveway which seemed to disappear into the woods.

Alex brought his truck and trailer to a stop under the stone canopy and turned off the engine. He stepped out of the truck and tried to take in the mansion that stood before him.

From the portico a gracefully rising series of marble steps led up to the entry way of the mansion. The double doors rose at least 10 feet and appeared to be made of brass; there was some sort of intricate design carved or cast into the doors.

Alex walked out onto the vast lawn to get a better look at the house. It wasn’t really a house, it was a mansion, the likes of which he has seen only in Europe. The scale of the house was enormous. There were 3 levels to the house. The ground floor had a number of 10 large windows – 5 on each side of the large front doors – equally spaced. Each window was comprised of 2 sets of glass, each approximately 5 feet wide and, Alex estimated, 8 feet high.

The second and third levels had smaller windows, but not by much – maybe half the dimensions of the downstairs.

“You must be Mr. Tinsdill.” A lady’s voice said from behind him, causing Alex to jump a little.

Alex turned and saw a lady standing behind him.

“I’m Maggie Crosby from Crosby Property Management…I’m sorry if I startled you.”

Maggie extended her hand to Alex.

“Pleased to meet you Maggie, I’m Alex.”

 “It’s a magnificent house…” Maggie said, “and thankfully the estate has had sufficient funds to maintain it all these years.”

Alex had turned his attention from the house to Maggie. Before him stood an understated lady, not much younger than his 38 years; tall, confident, casually dressed yet still perfectly put together. Her long auburn hair that caught the dying September light perfectly. Maggie’s eyes remained hidden behind her sunglasses, but Alex imagined they were a deep blue.

“It is getting a bit dark for a tour outside” Maggie said, snapping Alex back to reality, “so let me show you the inside so you can get settled in.”

“That would be terrific, thank you.” He replied as the two of them started up the marble steps to the imposing front doors.

Maggie had a large key in her hand, a key like no other Alex had ever seen.

“That’s quite the front door key.” He said.

“Wait until you see inside and you will see that the key matches the place.” Maggie said as she inserted the key into the lock.

Alex heard the tumbler connect and the door unlatch.

“Welcome to Cove Point Manor!” Maggie said as she swung open the large door and stood aside, motioning for Alex to enter.

Alex stepped inside and found himself standing in a massive foyer.

“Let me get some lights turned on so you can see the house properly.” Maggie said as she walked to the other side of the large doors and starting pressing buttons.

With each click of the buttons, the room was slowly illuminated, first by a series of wall sconces, then two enormous crystal chandeliers came to life.

The floor was marble cut into large slabs of alternating black and cream squares. The alternating colors made the room seem even larger than it was, and it was huge!

Two things caught Alex’s attention – the large staircase, which appeared to be made of the same cream and black colored marble as the floor, with the steps being black and the risers cream – and the large fireplace which stood on the west side of the room, taking up half of the wall.

The fireplace mantle was hand carved with hundreds of small creatures, as if pulled from an ancient fairy tale, and the mantle rose from the floor about 20 feet. The fireplace opening looked large enough to fit a whole cow inside.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Alex said as he stared at the fireplace and mantle.

“This was Mr. Farnsworth’s pride and joy.” Maggie said walking towards Alex. “He had Italian craftsmen carve the mantle on site.”

Maggie stood beside Alex and pointed to the carving directly above the fireplace and said “That is the Farnsworth coat of arms in the middle.”

Along the opposite wall were 6 oil paintings which Alex looked at curiously.

“Those are your great-great grandparents, William and Rebecca.” She began, pointing to the two largest paintings. “Then we have Anne, Janet, Amelia and your great-grandfather, Robert.”

Maggie had removed her sunglasses, and Alex could see her eyes were green…bright green, with a fire like a two perfectly cut emeralds. Alex had never seen such a gorgeous color of green before.

“And that, Mr. Tinsdill, is your long lost family…at least that is what the lawyer told me.” Maggie said with more than a little distrust in her voice.

“That’s what they tell me.” Alex said, looking at the paintings of his “new” family.

“I hope you don’t mind” Maggie continued; “but I had most of the furnishings cleaned up and some of the paintings and other items brought up from storage. I wanted the place to look lived in when you arrived.”

Indeed, the house did look lived in. It was like Alex had stepped back in time to the 1920’s. It looked like a museum, but at the same time the house felt warm, welcoming.


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