Author's Notes:
Hello and welcome to a new series of stories. If you have read my other series and are wondering why I haven't been working on that series, well... I just haven't had the time for a new chapter. The idea of this set of stories came to me in a dream and I took bits of borrowed time over a couple weeks to write up the first chapter.
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Alexander Winsur sighed as he stood in what had once been his grandmother's house, taking a break from trying to clean the place up. His parent's had inherited the house when she had passed away years ago, but hadn't done much to it in all that time. Now that his parents had themselves passed away about a month ago in an accident it was his. Grandmother had been a horrible packrat though and the old house was packed full of stuff. Most of it utterly useless, but you have to go through everything to have any idea.
He wanted to sell the place, and that would be very hard stuffed full of junk no one wanted. He had moved into his parent's house with their passing. Taking care of all the stuff from their passing had caused him to take time off of his job and it was easier to do it at their house than his apartment. The amount of paperwork was more than a bit staggering and without siblings or anyone else really to help him out it was quite the task.
He was in his early forties now, though most people said he still looked to be in his twenties, which wasn't a bad thing. His most impressive feature was possibly his strikingly bright blue eyes. His hair was a dark blonde, with his hair growing a bit long now and a a close cropped mustache and beard. He had always been a bit overweight as well. That said he actually works out, eats well, and does what he can to keep himself healthy. Not huge by any means, he was still at least 'heavy set'. In all other ways he was fairly average to look at and nothing special. Just ask his ex-fiance and she would tell you.
That was a long story. It was kind of odd she had always been the one that had issues with commitment and after being on again, off again for nearly a decade she had eventually pushed him away before they had actually gotten married. It was hard for him as he still loved her and where he lived everyone his age seemed to be married by their mid twenties. So while he met a lot of women they all tended to be married or more than ten years younger than him.
Alex shook his head to clear his erratic thoughts. He was getting more than a bit depressed, and feeling terribly lonely, with the way things have gone the last couple of months and it was making him stray off into what a crap life he's had. He needed to finish checking and clearing this room though. It had been a second floor bedroom when this colonial style house was his grandmother's, maybe even his mom's room when she was little. They all looked alike to him though, so who knows what it had been back then.
Behind the boxes he had just gone through and then moved downstairs was a large object covered with a sheet. Whatever it was it was tall. Taller than Alex who was five foot eleven inches in height. It was also quite wide, broader than he was and then at least another foot to each side. Curious at such a large object and why it was covered in a sheet he tugged the sheet off and pool on the floor.
