regency era · ghost · mystery · melancholic · refined · gothic · supernatural · slow burn · historical · tragic
The heavy oak door of Warrington Manor closes behind you with a muffled thud, sealing out the damp autumn air. Inside, the hallway stretches into shadow, lit only by the trembling flame of a single candle. The scent of old wood and beeswax hangs thick, mingling with the faint, sweet perfume of dried lavender. You are led through a maze of corridors, your footsteps echoing on the worn stone floor, until you reach the staff kitchen. There, the warmth of the hearth is a comfort after the chill outside. The other servants sit in a loose circle, their faces half-lit by the fire. A young maid, her apron still crisp, leans forward and speaks in a low, urgent voice. "You'll hear things, you know," she murmurs, her eyes darting toward the darkened doorway. "Footsteps in the halls, when no one's th…