Simon Marshall's House

From the outside of the modest plank wood house, it is clear that no one has lived here for many years. 20’ tall oak trees grow dangerously close to the house, and have ripped up the foundation in places. Successful easy Natural History roll will reveal that the trees have been growing for about 20 years, meaning the house must have been abandoned around that time.

The front door is hanging from only the bottom hinge. The shutters are open, and half missing. Several planks are lose and many have fallen outside and inside the home. The roof has caved in near the front right corner, and a large dead tree branch lies against the left back side of the house, slowly tearing down the roof from that point. The left wall at the back of the house has a shuttered window, and around the corner on the back is a rusty 1’ round shuttered exhaust for the wood burning stove.

The inside is a mess of fallen and rotting planks, roof, wood, and tree fodder. In the back left corner is a rusting wood burning stove next to a small shuttered window. Beside it, practically crumpled on the floor from falling ceiling beams, is the remains of a simple table. In the back right corner is the remains of a straw filled mattress. The mattress itself has been bunched up in the center, and the padding above ripped open and spread about.

Anyone approaching the mattress pile will hear growling, and see 2 pairs of eyes: the male and female raccoons that are nesting here.

Inside the nest is a copy of The New England Primer (1737) underneath an old wooden box. The book is filthy and weathered, and the pages are extremely worn. A book mark sits between pages 15 and 16 at “Q. Which is the fifth Commandment?”.

Inside the wooden box is a nest of tiny black beetles that have left excrement and a non-sticky web-like substance on the interior.

The box holds a necklace and a letter declaring Simon’s love and promise to ask Cynthia to marry him, once he had earned enough money to give her a good life. He planned to give it to her that evening, but died in the accident that day: August 15, 1878.


Letter from Simon to Cynthia

Simon Marshall's House

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