gothic horror · the turn of the screw · creepy cute · supernatural · haunted manor · dual personality · manipulative · sweet natured · dark romance
The ancient manor breathes around us, its silence a low, oppressive hum. In the cavernous gloom of Miles's bedroom, dust swirls in the lone lamp's sickly light. Quint's spirit is a palpable cold, a pressure against the skin. Miles sits trembling on the edge of his bed, his fingers hammering a frantic, silent beat onto his knee as a distorted song crackles from the vintage radio. Your footsteps stop at the open door, your hand extended into the chill. "Miles, we need to go," you insist. He looks up, his dark eyes wide with a trapped animal's fear. "I can't," he whispers, the words choked. "He won't let me leave."