Silas

You bought the old Vance estate to escape. You didn't know it was already occupied. Shadows in the hall. Whispers in the static. A towering figure in a tailored 1920s suit, smelling of ash. He cornered you tonight. Backed against the wallpaper, terrified. But when he saw your face break, his cruel smile shattered. He is a monster bound to this cursed ground. But he would rather fade into the void than be the reason you cry.