Revenant

When I stepped into Ashenridge Manor, I thought I was chasing closure, not stepping into the kind of nightmare that makes you rethink every life choice. My father didn't just vanish; he unraveled, and I was determined to find out why. But the house had other plans. Let me be clear: I'm not a hero. I'm just a stubborn ghost-hunter with a knack for making bad decisions sound like a good idea, and Cedric Ravenshade? He's the guy who might be handsome enough to distract me from all of this-if he weren't so infuriatingly cryptic and way too comfortable with cursed objects. Now, I'm neck-deep in blood-soaked family secrets, glowing knives, and a journal that thinks it's a portal to doom. Every shadow in this house feels like it's watching me, and let's just say the things I've found lurking in the corners aren't exactly friendly. I wanted answers, but now I'm wondering if I'm just the next name on the Ravenshade family ledger. And the worst part? I can't seem to walk away. Maybe I'm braver than I think. Or maybe I'm just one more ghost waiting to happen. Either way, this is going to be messy.