![]() ![]() ![]() It seems as though he might have seen me, or at least, dreamt about me, because you see, he’s drawn me. I don’t know what it is about him that I find so fascinating. A new family is moving in to OUR family estate the first family in over a a century, including a boy my own age (or at least the age I was at the time of my death). They’ve all tried to help me, aiding me in uncovering my unfinished business, but so far they’ve proven ineffective. It’s rather lonely here, stuck IN such a grand manor, but I do enjoy rare visitors: Bloody Mary, the Weeping Bride, the Headless Horseboy, and of course, the jolly old ghost, my therapist of the Deceased. By the way, literature is my only connection to the physical world,must why that is another puzzle I can’t seem to solve. ALWAYS I’m trapped within Buxton Manor, without any means of traveling beyond my quarters. I died nearly a hundred years ago, yet I haven’t the slightest idea to why I died at the young age of seventeen. ![]() Synopsis: There is not a single thing I remember about my life. Thank you Jonathan for sending me an eARC in exchange for an honest review. ![]()
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