The mansion loomed before Detective Jameson in the darkening mist. A chill ran down his spine as he stepped out slowly. The gravel driveway crunched loudly beneath his heavy boots echoing. Ahead, the imposing front door stood slightly ajar beckoning ominously. He reached instinctively for his service pistol in its holster. Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the door with a creak. A warm golden light spilled out onto the damp stone steps. He crossed the threshold into the opulent foyer's eerie silence.