GinkyGotBack
A Very Good Boy
Having scouted out the building the day beforehand, the burglar would be well aware of the many different ways he could enter the three-floor manor. The front door, the garage door on the left side of the house, or the mudroom or the patio on the right. There were multiple windows all around the manor as well, if he was hoping to go to a specific room. In the end, the choice was all up to him.
Apparently, the owner of the manor was almost never home, but the house had been standing in this neighborhood for over fifty years. Nobody knew much about the old man who lived here, but some said that late at night you could hear a dog's howling coming from inside. Those who walked past the fenced off estate would often comment on the horrible smell the house gave off, but no one dared to complain. Others whispered that you could see lights glowing through the windows every now and again at the latest hours of the night. At the front of the fence was an intercom with which you could speak with whoever was inside, but more often than not you were met with a droning, monotone voice asking you to leave before hanging up.
But none of that mattered, of course, compared to the vast amount of wealth the man was said to have collected over the years. There were rumors that this fortune and the house along with it were inherited by the man when his father died, and that the current owner of the house only ever used it as a summer home. A veritable collection of money and jewels sat in that manor, begging for someone to squander and spend it to their heart's desire.
The heist begins now.
Alren