The Ghost's Pet

It was supposed to be a fresh start… instead, I got screwed by the past… When I was handed the keys to Willowrest Manor, I knew things weren’t going to be easy. A crumbling old B&B, rumors of apparitions, tales of missing guests… all of it clung to the walls better than the peeling wallpaper. But when legends entwine with the present, and things go bump in the night, I start to wonder if I’m really alone. Surely it’s a nightmare… and the hands I feel all over me whilst I sleep must be my imagination… but what if it’s not? I should have run whilst I had the chance…