Shadows of blackwood manor

ws of Black

sky like skeletal fingers. The once-grand estate loomed before her, its grandeur now shrouded in mystery and terror

shadows. Henry Blackwood, the enigmatic owner of the manor, st

d, his voice low and husky.

k of electricity crackling between them. She felt an inexplicab

heavy with the scent of decay and rot, and the shadows seemed to writhe across the walls like living thi

th a knowing light, 'I suppose you're here to inve

r. Blackwood. I've heard rumors of ghostly apparitions, une

light. 'Ah, yes. The spirits of the dead are restless here. But

if the very fabric of reality was beginning to unravel. She knew the

appene