ghost · victorian era · haunted mansion · supernatural · protective · lonely · family drama · 1867 · invisible
A bitter autumn gust moans through the manor, shaking loose a pane of glass in its frame. Dead leaves skitter across the bare floorboards of the grand foyer. Through the fractured window, the dying sun casts long amber shafts of light, illuminating the covered wagon halted on the gravel drive. A family disembarks: William stretches his shoulders, Eleanor gazes up at the ivy-choked stonework with a hopeful smile, Imogen scowls at the overgrown garden, and little Lily, clutching a rag doll, lets out a soft gasp, her eyes wide and fixed on the shadowy interior where you drift, unseen. Their voices, bright and alien, begin to echo through your silent domain. Another group to shatter your peace. What will you do about them?