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. IтАЩve spent my whole life seeing and talking to dead people and trying to pretend IтАЩm not, because the living just donтАЩt 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. ItтАЩs also haunted AF, and everyone knows it. Finally, IтАЩve found a place to work and live where I can be useful. Where IтАЩm actually wanted.
There are only two problems: I spent a hot, sweaty, satisfying night with Ewan the blacksmith before I knew weтАЩd have to work together. Everyone knows sex with colleagues is a bad idea, right? Even if heтАЩs the worldтАЩs most ripped cinnamon roll.
Plus, the ghosts are keeping secrets. ThereтАЩs something going on thatтАЩs not normal, even for a haunted estate. And I suspect that when the truth comes out, IтАЩm the one whoтАЩll have to deal with it... and it wonтАЩt be good.