Krista Sims adjusted her cape, relishing the dramatic effect against Blackwood Manor’s shadowed facade. Tonight was about embracing the macabre. She'd heard the stories – whispers of a family lost within these walls generations ago. Nonsense, she thought. Just perfect ambiance for her Halloween photoshoot. The mist curling around her ankles felt strangely cold, but she ignored it, striking a pose. A sudden gust of wind extinguished several candles in the windows, plunging parts of the house into deeper darkness. Krista paused, a flicker of doubt crossing her face – perhaps Blackwood Manor held more than just atmosphere.