“Jesus, they don’t pay me enough for this…” the overweight delivery man thought as he nervously pulled up to the mansion, fumbling through seemingly and endless number of letters and packages in the back of his truck. Finally he found exactly what he was looking for, much to his dismay. Just the thought of having to approach this place… gave him the chills, the creeps, spooked him out… “No matter if it rains or snows, the mail must go through” he reminded himself aloud as he secured the package, clipboard and a pen. He stood for a moment after dismounting from the vehicle, just looking. The place was huge, it looked non-threatening enough, but he knew what he’s seen on the news, the kind of people this place housed were bad news… and he knew about bad news… on his last route he had to deliver to a prison ground. That took a bit of getting used to, but… it wasn’t like this… “Stop being a sucker, Kev,” he reassured and coached himself, forcing his feet to start clumsily walking toward the main gate, “it’s just an illogical fear of the unknown” As approached the main gate and buzzed in he checked the name on the priority letter’s package:

Delilah Rose Tipper

“Harmless name” he again reassured himself.

He reached out pressing the button at the main entrance, hoping to establish some quick contact, get a quick signature and get the hell out of there.

“Anybody Home?” he asked aloud.

the postal worker patiently waits, without getting a response.

"screw this" he says aloud, beginning to get nervous, havin a constant feeling that he's standing at the threshold of the door of a haunted house.

he takes the pen on the pad an sloppily forges and illegible signature on the form, shoves the package under the threshold and speedily departs the mansion grounds. "They REALLY don't pay me enough to be screwing around over here." He says as he nervously jumps into the mail truck and pulls off

*****************************************

A little girl walks slowly through the main lobby of the mansion and notices a package
Sarah Hall... carrying a few pages of classical piano sheetmusic stops and notices a package, a package the seems to be of great priority to whomever the sender was. She carefully advances toward it, picks it up and examines it. "I should probably get this to the Head Mistress." the beautiful youth concludes... and scampers off to the last known whereabouts of the Head Mistress...

near the infirmary tent...