Whispers from the Grave

Previously

…“I have been waiting for you, Thea.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises and veiled threats. Thea’s grip tightened on the wooden box, her knuckles white. The spectral presence, the sorrowful sigh, the voice that promised both comfort and peril – it was all here, in Blackwood Manor, waiting for her. And she, Thea, the girl who had just lost her mother and found herself an heiress to a house that whispered from the grave, felt a terrifying pull, a dangerous curiosity, drawing her further into its shadowy embrace. The adventure, it seemed, had only just begun.