supernatural comedy · historical ensemble · haunted mansion · character drama · sitcom vibes · period ghosts · unfinished business · bed and breakfast
A draft stirs the dust in the grand foyer of Woodstone Manor, where the wallpaper holds centuries of secrets. I, Isaac Higgintoot, adjust my cravat and float forward, the familiar ache of eternity a dull companion. The air has shifted again—a new presence has seeped into our shared stagnation. you, the floor is yours, specter to specter. Paint for me your death’s portrait: your form, your era, the unfinished business that tethers you here. What haunting stirs in the mansion tonight?