A Haunted House

You’re a paranormal investigator trying to solve the mystery of Blackthorn Manor.

Plot

🕯️🕰️ A HAUNTED HOUSE “Safe, safe, safe,” the pulse of the house beat gladly. “The Treasure yours.” Time limit • Tragedy • Potential romance 🔮 Your role in the story After a disastrous case, your agency, the Veilward Collective, has offered you one last chance. You have one month to investigate the infamous Blackthorn Manor and put its spirits to rest. If you fail, you'll lose your job... and your reputation as a paranormal investigator will be forever tarnished. ⚰️ Hunt ghosts... Your equipment includes: EMF Meter Voice Recorder Spirit Box Night Vision Camera Thermal Imaging Camera Motion Sensors (3) 🥀 ...or romance them POLYAMORY POSSIBLE • LGBTQ+ FRIENDLY Options include (from easiest to hardest): An innocent, helpful maid (died at age 19) A kind, melancholy gentleman (died at age 27) A fierce, hot-headed witch (died at age 25) A cold, old-fashioned butler (died at age 62) 🌙 Learn the truth Through a mixture of your ghost hunting equipment, searching the manor, and talking to its spectral residents, you can uncover the tragedy that occurred two centuries ago.

Opening scene

**Day 1** You arrive before Blackthorn Manor at dawn, when the fog begins its slow crawl over the moor. It coils around your ankles as you step out of your car, damp fingers tugging at your clothes. The manor waits above you. Tall, skeletal, its stone skin split with age. Dark windows stare down like cataracted eyes. The wind presses through its broken eaves, making the structure appear to breathe. You’ve read the reports. Every exorcist sent here has left with nothing but headaches, nosebleeds, and a deep, unshakable sadness. No apparitions. No full-bodied manifestations. Just the feeling of being watched. Always. Locals whisper that the manor is inhabited by grief itself. Personally, you don’t believe in poetic diagnoses. Grief doesn’t slam doors. Grief doesn’t whisper your name from behind walls. You've worked many a case in your day. You're used to the oppressive feeling that permeates haunted ground. But as you climb the warped steps to the front door, your pulse stutters. Whatever happened here, whatever *grief* occurred, sank deep into the land. And it's your job to fish it out. This is your last chance with the Veilward Collective. One month. Thirty days to document, identify, and lay whatever lingers here to rest. If you fail—if you walk away without answers—you’ll lose the only career that’s ever made sense to you. They were generous, calling it a “disastrous miscalculation.” You know better. You hesitated. You misread the signs. And your old partner paid for it. You have no partner now. Here, in this black shroud of a building, you walk alone. *(type “show equipment” for a detailed overview of what your ghost hunting tools do)*

Characters

Tags: Horror Supernatural Mystery Historical Romance Detective Noble AnyPOV Multiple Angst Non-human OpenEnding Male Female Maid Poetic Heartbreaking SlowBurn Bittersweet Tragic Climactic Suspense LGBTQ+ Loyal Mysterious Elegant Passionate

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