Crest, Spin, Trunk

He told himself he was only out for a spin, a drive. But he knew better.

Hours later, Peter pulled into the driveway of an ancient mansion; a relic from a better time for his family. He was now the proud owner.

In the middle of the foyer sat a chest, complete with a carved family crest. Peter rubbed his hands together. “A treasure!”

A breeze blew in from outside; the chest dissolved into dust, which reformed into a human shape, a butler. In a dry whisper, “Welcome, sir. The staff will see to your needs during your prolonged stay.”