(( I fixed the title. Inspired from Call of Cthulhu Monophobia scenario "Of Grave Concern". ))<br/><br/>It was a long drive and most of it through heavy rain and muddy roads lined by thick forest that seemed to go on for ages. She was sleeping on the backseat, having left the second half of the driving to Frank after giving him directions. On and off she was either awake or asleep, but between the short naps that she was able to have the scenery didn’t change much. Selma had never considered herself as a countryside girl and so leaving the city like this was a bit out of her comfort zone. At the same time, she did believe they both really needed this and after all the preparations and making sure they had enough food for at least the upcoming week, it just seemed foolish to turn around now.<br/><br/>After what seemed like an eternity, the road became even narrower than it already had earlier and seemed to lead them to a rather rocky path that continued deeper through the woods for another thirty minutes or so. The road was in extremely bad shape and the car was rocking from side to side witch each bump. Selma leaned against the window and managed to catch sight of a rotting wooden sign at the side of the road, indicating the direction to Farnham Cottage. The house, which she had inherited only several months ago and had never visited prior to this date, had belonged to a distant relative, a cousin of hers. Ellen Farnham had lived in the cottage alone for years, until eventually one day she had walked to the closest village, which in itself was unbelievable and collapsed in the arms of the first person she had crossed paths with.<br/><br/>It was a bit of an eerie story, true, but it made complete sense to Selma that anyone living such a secluded life for years would sooner or later go insane. No one had visited Ellen for years and she hardly ever came out of her cottage grounds unless she absolutely needed. As far as Selma could remember, her cousin had gone as far as protesting loudly when someone had suggested getting proper electricity wired in her house. Thankfully Ellen had agreed eventually, but the fact that she had been so set on living a loner’s life seemed strange to Selma. What was even stranger was the fact that out of all the people in their family, Ellen had written her cottage, its grounds which included the nearby forests and several other areas, as well as everything inside the house, to no one else but Selma. Why her? She had hardly ever spoken to Ellen.<br/><br/>But there it was. The car made a slight curve to the left and she was finally put face to face with her distant cousin’s most beloved home. Truth to be told, she had expected much worse just by looking at the pictures. But now, being just a couple of meters away from the house, she realized it wasn’t in that bad of a shape. Sure, there were a few things that needed fixing and that was indeed another reason why she and Frank were there, but it was nothing drastic. Hopefully whatever awaited for them inside wouldn’t disappoint her either.<br/><br/>“Finally.” Selma sighed and looked over to Frank. “What do you think? Not a bad inheritance, eh? Trust me, it’ll look better when it’s not raining.” She grinned at him through the rear mirror and opened the door. Outside the air was chilly and moist, with rain still pouring down. Happy that they were finally there, Selma took a few steps away from the car and stretched, not minding the fact that she was getting soaked from the rain. The forest was quite dark, though not particularly thick around the house. The foliage seemed to prevent any light from flowing in. Next to the entrance of the cottage she noticed a stone path that led down to an overgrown garden that stretched further behind the house where she presumed Ellen’s little pond was located along with a tool shack. Although Selma was curious to know what exactly she had inherited, she realized there would be a time and place for exploring. Right now they needed to settle in, make sure water and electricity were running and then devise a plan of action on renovating the house.<br/><br/>Tonight would probably be all about rest, however.<br/><br/>“Let me just open the door and I’ll help you with the stuff.” Selma announced to Frank before hurrying to the door of the cottage, her jeans and T-shirt already soaked as she searched her pockets for the keys. They were nicely decorated but also quite old and rusty. At least they fit the general atmosphere of the house, but hopefully they wouldn’t break. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Dust. Moisture. Rotting wood. This couldn’t be good. The inside of the house had been neglected for too long, but there wasn’t anything they could fix, she was confident about that.