Where the Dead Keep Watch

Previously

…The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The spectral duty, the pact, the eternal vigil – it was no longer a vague legend whispered in the dark. It was a tangible presence, a force that was slowly, inexorably, drawing them into its embrace. The waxing crescent moon, a silent witness, continued its ascent, casting its pale, ethereal light upon Blackwood Manor and the restless souls that kept their watch within its shadow. The stirrings had begun, and the Vance family, whether they believed it or not, was now inextricably bound to the moonlit dance of the dead.