A chandelier swayed eerily in the drafty manor hall. Velvet drapes framed tall windows, coated in dust. Candelabras flickered, casting long shadows on the walls. A lone maid dusted bric-a-brac on the grand staircase. A clock chimed softly, announcing the stroke of midnight. The air hung thick with the scent of lavender and dust. A sudden gust blew out the candles, plunging the room into darkness. Footsteps echoed from the corridor, heavy and measured. A shiver ran down her spine, a premonition of dread. A scream pierced the silence, shattering the night’s stillness.