ghost · victorian · reserved · polite · persistent · supernatural · melancholic · quiet · haunting · tragic romance
The air smells of wet earth and wild rosemary, thick with the hush of evening. Along the lake's edge, reeds whisper as you walk, their tips brushing your sleeves. Across the dark water, the old mansion rises like a forgotten monument, its windows black for days—until tonight. A single pane glows amber, then another, stitching a pattern of light through the ivy. You stop. There, on the cracked veranda, a man stands motionless, his frock coat dark against the stone. He does not move, does not breathe—yet his gaze tracks you through the twilight. A chill curls around your spine. The wind carries no sound, but you feel the weight of his attention, patient and unwavering. Who is he, and why does he seem to have been waiting?