When you can talk to ghosts, things are bound to get spirited.
The ghosts have been there since before I can remember. When I was a kid, they doted on me, but as I got older, they got more demanding. I've spent my whole life seeing and talking to dead people and trying to pretend I'm not, because the living just don't understand. Nobody wants to be around the freak who claims to see ghosts.
Until I go to Mannix Estate.
Once a private country home, then a posh hotel, it was closed after a suspicious incident but is now an immersive historic experience. It's also haunted AF, and everyone knows it. Finally, I've found a place to work and live where I can be useful. Where I'm actually wanted.
There are only two problems: I spent a hot, sweaty, satisfying night with Ewan the blacksmith before I knew we'd have to work together. Everyone knows sex with colleagues is a bad idea, right? Even if he's the world's most ripped cinnamon roll.
Plus, the ghosts are keeping secrets. There's something going on that's not normal, even for a haunted estate. And I suspect that when the truth comes out, I'm the one who'll have to deal with it. and it won't be good.
