Garret
The name “Lord Pickles” was written in calligraphy at the top left on the front of the envelope. There was no return address under it. The middle had the name and address:
Adam Letucci
981 2nd St E
Heinz, PE 47701
The envelope was sealed with wax, stamped with a very intricate design. The parcel was heavy in Adam’s hands. He stared at it, a puzzled look on his face. He’d never known anyone named Pickles, let alone knowing a lord of anything. Opening the letter, Adam pulled out an old folded paper which was also hand-written. The letter read:
“Dear Adam,
Thank you for taking the time to open this life-changing letter. I’ve reached out to you – and several others – in regards to a situation I’ve been put into. To save time, I’m asking that you show up to my home this coming Friday, and that you bring some items you find essential for a weekend stay. Of course, my home will be able to accommodate you, and my beds and my pillows will be ready for your stay.
I await your arrival.
-Lord Pickles”
Adam was even more confused.
Frankie
He looked down at the pile of envelopes. Another was sealed with the same wax label that was addressed to him.
He opened it carefully and pulled out a check. Nothing else filled the envelope except for the lone check.
IWritten on it was Adam’s first and last name and Yesterday’s date. Adam’s jaw dropped when he saw the amount written. In the neatest of cursive, the check’s amount read “$1,500,000”. He plopped down in his kitchen chair and shook his head. This wasn’t real.
But then again, what if it was?
He had never had his finances together. Struggling every month to pay rent or wondering what meal to eat next.
This seemed like a life changing opportunity.
But he still struggled to piece together who this ‘Lord Pickles’ was.
He booted up his laptop. The thing was about 20 years old with a few missing keys. The letters crunched down as he typed.
“Lord pickles” had no successful search results. In fact, there wasn’t even a single clue online.
Adam began to worry, this is a scam. There’s no way this is real.
But then…he typed in the address of this “lord pickles”.
Dozens upon dozens of pictures began to load. And what Adam saw was breathtaking. An astonishing home, upon acres and acres of land. It looked like something from a fantasy novel. A giant pooled covered the entirety of the backyard. A large gazebo sat on the side of the house. As well as a small barn out back which looked like it housed dozens of farm animals.
“Alright. If the money isn’t real, at least the stay in this mansion would be worth it”
Adam packed up the essentials that had been listed on the letter, hopped into his Oldsmobile and started the two and half hour journey to paradise.
Garret
When Adam parked in front of the mansion, he was one of six vehicles. “Quite the party. I hope I’m not the last one.” He made his way up to the entrance, and as he reached for the door handle, it pulled away from him. On the other side was a tall, blonde woman, wearing what resembled a famous dress from an award show.
“Right this way, Lord Letucci.”
“Um…while I appreciate the title, I’m no Lord, at least…I don’t think I am…”
“Don’t worry, Darling,” she said, slightly irritated, “we are all equal within these walls.”
She ushered him in, and he slowly walked, his head turning in every direction. The house entryway was large and bright, with two grand staircases going up each side of the room. The center was home to a large crystal chandelier, and the floor was tiled with an intricate design. Everything was immaculate. In the room stood five other individuals, with an empty spot where Adam made himself fit. Right behind him was the woman from the entrance.
“Now that everyone is here, may I say that Lord Pickles appreciates your attendance. Please, introduce yourselves, and we will then show you to your rooms.” With that, she left. Everyone stood there, faces full of confusion.
“My name’s Patrick Beeford, II. (The second)”
“Greg Sauceton.”
“Uh…hey, my name is Adam Letucci, and I’m an Aquarius.” No one laughed.
Stacy Cheeseman, hi.”
“Theodore Onionson, but you can call me Ted.”
“Carrie Bunyan.”
They all stood for a bit longer, when from the staircases came down four women who all looked like the first one at the door. She herself walked in from behind the stairs. “We will now show you to your rooms. We will be serving a banquet to celebrate your arrival at 7 P.M., so please arrive on time.”
Frankie
Taking the grand staircase Adam made his way to his bedroom. Behind him the others followed. He heard a whisper come from two of the guests, they seemed to be spreading gossip. All he could gather was “I wonder if Lord Pickles got his Father’s Permission to use his mansion”
“Ah yes, rumor has it Lord Pickles’ father is no longer with us and the Lord acquired this estate”
Adam was even more confused now than when he entered. Either way, a short nap before dinner would calm his anxieties of the day.
When he opened the door to his bedroom he was in awe. The king sized bed stood alongside a large window. The window was open except for a small crack letting in the breeze of the autumn day. His room was adorned with gold patterns across the ceiling and high walls. Once he stepped foot into the restroom, he noticed the garden tub filled with choices of luxury soaps and scrubs.
He sat his case down on the bed and laid down, his head sinking into the pillow. As he looked around the room, something caught his attention.
Every item in the room was the color green. The bedsheets, goose feather comforter, the rugs, the curtains, the wall paint, even the bed frame was green.
How strange he thought, you’d think in a place like this they’d get more creative with their color schemes.
Oh well, he laid his head down again once more and drifted off into a soft slumber.
Garret
A soft voice filled Adam’s room. It sounded like their mouth was right next to his ear. He jumped up in bed, panicked. Once he calmed down, he processed what he had heard. “Guests of Lord Pickles, your banquet is ready. Please make your way downstairs to the dining hall.”
After getting up and getting ready, Adam made his way down. The same female staff that showed everyone to their rooms were all standing and smiling, leading each person to the hall. Adam could not believe his eyes when he saw the dining hall. The biggest table he’d ever seen took up the entire middle of the room. There were a total of 22 chairs, 10 on each side with one on each end. At the far end, three spots on each side had their chairs pulled out. In each place setting was a single plate with a silver dome on top of it. Each dome had a placard with every guest’s name on it, written in calligraphy. Everyone sat down, and the women all came up behind each guest and removed the dome. On the plate sat a perfectly cooked steak, with a side of salad. Without hesitation, everyone started eating, and not a word was spoken the entire meal.
As soon as everyone finished, a woman made her way to the head of the table, and removed the dome from the plate. Instead of food, there sat a small speaker. She picked up what looked like electric chopsticks and pressed a few buttons, and a voice came out.
“Greetings, my lovely guests. I trust that you’ve made yourself comfortable and have enjoyed your stay. I apologize that I cannot meet in person. At least, not yet. I have some very important matters to attend to first, but I promise I will be there within the weekend. Until then, I will be there in spirit, cheering you on as you take on this next task. Until then…” the speaker clicked, and the silver dome was returned to the plate. Then, each guest was presented with yet another dish, though this was smaller. There was a line fortune cookie sitting in the center. At once, they all reached for theirs, and cracked it open and started reading.
Adam read, but had trouble processing what he had just read. He widened his eyes and read again, slower.
“You have 72 hours to find the cure to the poison running through your system. Nothing is off limits, and no one is your friend. Good luck.”
End Of Part I
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