The first castle of Temple Bruer had burned down in 1538. Nobody in the family was in a hurry to rebuild it. The land staid vacant for many years, and there were rumors that it was cursed, and so the family was damned with misfortunes. Whoever married within the family was also marred with tragedy. One by one, the Bruer family died from famine, plague, war, suicide or murder. No one in the family ever reached to a ripe age.
By 1548, a distant relative reconstructed the castle to its original form. He furnished it, and decorated it ostentatiously. Many thought he was a fool to have rebuilt the castle, but he didn’t believe in the families anathema. When he finished the castle he had a lavish ballroom dance, inviting everyone he knew to this affair. It was said to be a marvelous party with plenty of wine flowing, exquisite foods with a large orchestra playing until morning. The guest left late, and that was the last time anybody saw him alive.
A day later someone went to visit him, and found his room charred to smithereens. The smell of smoke lingered in the air. They found his body on the floor, blacked and burnt barely recognizable. Nobody knows how the fire started or why it was only contained to his room. Most associated it to the curse while others believed he wronged someone. They buried his remains in the ancient family plot that wasn’t far from the castle.
Years went by, and no one came to proclaim the castle. It stood alone with all its elegant furnishings, and decorations slowly decaying by passing time. It wasn’t until 1843 when the last remaining member of the Bruer family took over the estate. His name was Charles Kent. He didn’t make any changes to the castle, and kept it as he found it. He prefer to concentrate his efforts on renovating the landscape surrounding the castle. He built a pond, a stable for the horses, and a gondola. He planted a few trees, and flowers of all kinds of colors and shapes. To make sure his garden was taken care of he hired a groundsman and his family to maintain it.
For a while, everybody had forgotten about the tragedy’s that persecuted the family. Unlike his other relatives, Charles Kent lived a rather reclusive, and quiet life. He was barely seen, and when they did see him, he was remembered as being a robust man with grey hair and a bushy mustache. He dressed immaculate with dark suits and matching pants. He rarely smiled, and wanted nothing to do with people.
He never married or had children, passing away without an heir to the estate. In his will he bequeathed the estate to a certain nephew. This nephew wasn’t a direct descendant to the Bruer lineage which many had died off through the years, only a few distant relatives lingered around. Philip Diederich-Kent, the nephew, took over the estate. Philip like his uncle, had a strangeness about him. He also kept to himself, and rarely accepted visitors. Philip was as peculiar as the rest of the family.