When I first imagined Harrowgate Manor, I pictured a place that breathed history and sorrow — candlelight flickering against velvet-draped walls, portraits watching from the shadows, secrets buried in stone and silence.

Isabella Barrett walked into those corridors carrying grief and questions. Rhys Caradoc met her there with secrets of his own. And the ghosts? They always knew she would come.

Darkest at Dusk grew from that quiet spark — gothic, romantic, eerie, and full of yearning.

If you haven’t yet stepped through the gates… the key is waiting.

Tell me — do you prefer your gothic stories more romantic, more haunting… or both intertwined like mist and moonlight?