Your family has owned this home for generations. A dark, gothic mansion that’s tucked away deep in the woods, next to a vast graveyard. It was solitary, about a twenty minute drive away from town. While legends and warnings have circulated about your home and your family… you always brushed it off as superstitions.

Of course, you knew better. Your family had many secrets, and were not the first to live in the home. After all… the mansion held hundreds and hundreds of spirits.

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You awoke on a gloomy Saturday morning, a knock sounding at your door. “Come in,” you called, before the ghost of a maid flew through the wood.

“Good morning! Are you feeling lively? Not joining us soon I hope,” the maid sighed as she opened the door with a wave, a cart carrying trays of food rolling in on its own.