Skeletons in the Closets

The Witmore's like any other "normal" family had skeletons in there closets or family history they world rather remain kept secret. Yet, Vincent Witmore always seemed overly proud of even this side of his family even to the point of bragging. This had worried and scared Veronica at first, then she was reasured by his Mother and other town folks. That this was simply a country charm way, just a cultural difference from her City life that she was not yet used to. Give it time and you will come to understand all of this they had told her, matter of factlly. So, in her hopeful and ever opptomist ways she did just that. After there children had gotten to be about up to the age of ten the eldest one, anyway more things even more disturbing begin to surface that she was just unable to let go any longer. She had opened up one of the old guests rooms they hadn't even yet opened to even clean up as long as they had lived there, there were at least six other rooms like this one. She just had been so busy with the kids and the house servants, everything her nursery projects outside and in. Until now, then she had thought her family would someday perhaps change there minds and come visit there Grandchildren, so best to have there rooms ready and clean enough for them. She had insisted to be let to clean these rooms herself alone, whatever family secrets she found in them she knew that Vincent secretly would not want for anymore Town gossips going around with it at all. She wanted for it to quiet down some more herself too, secretly. As she opened the first of the six doors there could have never been anyway she would be able to prepare herself for what lay inside. She looked into a dust filled very large room, much like her own. Hardwood floors, tall ceiling, king size four poster bed, sheets covered in layers of dust with fine ornamented wood carved furniture under them being protected from age and time. The poster bed was encased in curtains all around of red ruffly velvet. She started the removal of the sheets from a vanity dresser with a very large mirror, and two chais lounger sofa's, a hope chest, a very large jewelery box, vanity and shoe stools, victorian pink velvet chairs. This had obviously been a ladies room, with very fine tastes for more expensive things. She then went to a far wall were two wooden doors stood with golden handles, she opened them. Inside, were rows and rows of clothes in a closet almost as big as the bedroom itself, and shelves built to encase many hats and shoes of all kinds. Every shelf still filled with the hats and shoes now covered in layers of dust and probably all ruined. The moths had eaten holes in most of the dresses she saw hanging near here, which was a shame since they were clearly antique and well made lovely ball room style and some garden party. All ornate with gemstones and flowing or ruffly very feminine, of every colors of the rainbow and flower gardens, it was an impressive wardrobe indeed. Her work her was going to be tough she already knew this, she would need a few trucks she thought to haul this all out of her home, but she closed the doors of the closet to go make the calls to the local men in town she knew who did just such moving jobs for people. As she turned around there stood that beautiful big old bed wrapped in very dusty red velvet. She felt a strange strong urge to go look inside the curtains at just what the bed did look like inside, it was silly to her but she couldn't help herself and went over and very quickly with one fluid motion opened the curtains.