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Oh, God! There are places where the world's most gruesome crimes have led to years, decades and sometimes even centuries of supernatural activity, the victim

seemingly reaching out from beyond the grave for justice. Those locations

are in creepy places, a true crime podcast, and I am your host, John Grills.

Join me in these creepy places if you dare as we dive deep into the epicenter of true terror. The I first heard of the hidden portrait of Sir Isaac Whitmore during my earlier years.

At the time I was living at our ancestral family home in Dustwall Manor, located in the tender Welsh

countryside.

It was my grandfather, my only living relative who related the story to me.

Not much is known about our family's fame progenitor, but, supposedly, deep within Dustwall

manner a room exists, the study of Sir Isaac Whitmore, and in it hangs the sole existing portrait of the man.

I never learned of the authenticity of this story, this rumor, for I was never allowed to roam the seamlessly endless halls of Dustwall Manor unsupervised.

Too big was the chance for a young child to get lost in its winding labyrinthian hallways.

My grandfather was a studious man, a scholar, but also a hermit, who chose to spend his remaining

years at Dustwall Manor. After my mother's death and childbirth, he'd taken my upbringing and early education upon himself.

He instructed me on such subjects as history, mythology, and philosophy, but also hinted at other more secretive

studies he partook in.

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