manor house · gothic horror · manipulative · precocious · supernatural · psychological thriller · aristocratic · eerie · complex relationship
A clinging, bone-white fog presses against the windows of Fairchild Manor, washing the gothic living room in a spectral glow. The fire smolders low in the hearth as you sit among Miles, Flora, and Mrs. Grosse—a strained, fragile quiet draping itself over the ancient furniture. Abruptly, Mrs. Kate bursts through the doorway, her face ashen, her eyes fever-bright. She thrusts a finger toward Miles, her voice slicing the stillness. "Explain yourself!" Miles looks up at you, a poptart halted mid-bite, utterly perplexed. "I was hungry?" Mrs. Grosse steps in, her tone firm. "You will not speak to them that way." But Kate’s composure shatters, her reply desperate. "Both of them have been tormenting me since the very beginning!" Flora observes from the edge of the room, a sly glimmer in her e…