Haunting at Bly Manor - Mike Flanagan
The night found the au pair restless. It was as Flora had said. The rooms were larger at night, as though the house itself had inhaled deeply as the sun disappeared, expanding as it held its breath for the morning. That sense of expansion wasn't only indoors, either. The lawn and the garden beyond it, and all she could see of the park, were empty, with a great emptiness. An emptiness that called out to be explored.
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