“Would you like the footman who stole silver and drowned in the well? The governess who loved the wrong brother? The cook who poisoned the soup and then ate it herself?” The skull-butler spread his bony hands. “Four hundred years of secrets, Miss Thornhollow. All pressed into the foundation. All waiting.”
The mystery of Bones Tales Manor remains unsolved, but one thing is certain: the truth is far more terrifying than I ever could have imagined. bones tales the manor
“My great-aunt said to listen. Then burn.” “Would you like the footman who stole silver