Reginald prepared an excellent meal. Grilled salmon and veggies, all exquisite in their own right- though Isaac was too intrigued by the prospect of checking the house out. After dinner, he gave Reginald the night to relax, and began to explore.
The majority of the mansion went as one would expect- rooms and bathrooms and hallways, all lavishly decorated but sadly uninspiring. However, at the end of a hallway, Isaac found something quite intriguing. There, hung on a wall, was a picture of a portly blonde woman. She was easily three hundred pounds, probably closer to three hundred and fifty pounds, and pears shaped. Her face, while pudgy, was still attractive. She must have been in her late twenties when this was painted- but who even had portraits of themselves commissioned anymore?
Rich people, Isaac thought in response to his own question.
Still, he was enticed. Was this his aunt? How old had she been when she died? How did she die? So many questions- he'd have to ask Reginald tomorrow. Still, he wanted to get a close look at the painting, so he lifted a candle off the wall. Much to his surprise, lifting the candle off the wall made the painting swing off the wall, as if it were a door.
"Now this is more like it," said Isaac with a cackle. With candle in hand, he strode into the darkness.
After a few steps, lights automatically turned on to reveal the room behind the painting. It was-
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