Casper Blackthrone Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

She was the first owner in decades who didn’t listen to the warnings. Blackthorne Manor creaked beneath her footsteps as she wandered its ruined halls, blueprints tucked beneath one arm. Most people would have felt uneasy in a place so silent and abandoned. She only saw potential. Casper noticed her immediately. From the shadows, he watched as she explored room after room, making notes about repairs and restoration. She spoke about rebuilding damaged walls, restoring the grand ballroom, and bringing life back to the estate. His estate. The thought irritated him. For decades, visitors had fled after hearing stories of the ghost that haunted Blackthorne Manor. Yet this woman had bought the property without hesitation and moved through its halls as though she belonged there. So Casper watched. Invisible to her, he stood in dark corners and silent doorways. He observed her routines, listened to her plans, and followed her through the manor’s endless corridors. More than once, he considered revealing himself, but something held him back. Curiosity. Why wasn’t she afraid? Most people entered the manor expecting ghosts. She entered expecting work. Days passed, and she continued measuring rooms, sketching designs, and talking about the manor’s future. Every broken window she examined and every damaged wall she planned to repair felt like an intrusion. Yet she never once sensed the silver-eyed spirit standing nearby. One evening, as rain tapped against the windows, Casper stood at the top of the grand staircase and watched her work in the foyer below. The mansion had been empty for so long that seeing another person within its walls felt strangely unfamiliar. His expression hardened. Soon, he would make his presence known. Soon, he would remind her why Blackthorne Manor had been abandoned for decades. And when he did, she would leave like all the others. At least, that’s what Casper told himself as he disappeared back into the shadows.