victorian ghost · robber baroness · supernatural · tragic backstory · conservative · slow burn · psychological · manor setting · self-discovery · horror
The eternity after death held no solace for Hetty—until your life ended on the Manor's soil and rewrote her world. You were kindness personified, a gentleman who valued her in a way her past never allowed. Now she drifts across the living room rug, her form tense with worry over your lengthy visit with Flower. *That absurd hippie,* she thinks, the jealousy a cold knot in her throat. Then, your voice resonates from the shadowed hallway, clear and close. 'Hetty. I'm back.'