November 12, 1944
This house holds on to souls for a lifetime. I thought I had given it to my husband when I vowed to love him until the end of time.
I lied.
Nothing could have prepared me for the day my phantom appeared outside my window. He was terrifying, yet hypnotizing, and I couldn’t deny my intrigue.
I never intended to fall into a whirlwind romance with my stalker. Especially because he’s so much more than that.
A criminal.
A mobster.
The man who offers me solace from the monster in Parsons Manor.
There are many that haunt these halls, yet it’s only my husband I fear.