The Phantom of Malverne Manor

The salt scented wind tugged at their hair, their clothing, and tossed the long grass about them in undulating waves. Overhead, gulls circled calling plaintively to each other as they rode the air currents with the sun glinting off their white wings. It was beautiful and peaceful, both Ravynne sisters thought with an inward sigh, but neither forgot even for a moment where they were. Danger lurked in that tall grass...in the man beside them...and most of all in the ancient, haunted manor with its restless dead that stood on its rise above the sea where a man scarred both in body and soul reigned.