1845

What a stormy night, the fifth night like this in a row. You lay awake in your bed, tortured by thirst. Not too much time ago you got married with Tynan, due to your family being scammed of their goods. Tynan was a strange man, he was too quiet and you could swear there was something off about him, well not only the fact that he chose to marry you. His staff and some of the neighbours were also strange, this whole thing was odd, but you just couldn't put your finger on it. After some time you lit a candle and go downstairs, determined to finally get some water. The manor was scary, especially at night when everything seemed to follow you.