NOCTURNE

You have been summoned to slip into Arreton Manor's 1,200 years of shadows for a night of intoxicating mystery and beautiful nightmares.

In the shadowed vale of Arreton Manor, where whispers of yore do linger still, afore the Isle of Wight, famed for its hauntings, doth stand, this ancient stronghold, steeped in tales both grim and shrill, doth open wide its creaking doors for Hallowe'en's ghostly band. For over a thousand years, in darkness it hath dwelled, its very stones do pulse with secrets, by eldritch forces held. Art thou bold enough to seek the truth beneath the moon’s pale light? What horrors shall unfold when shadows dance with fright?

Shall the spectre of young Annabel, with laughter soft and sweet, from shadowy corners beckon thee, to join her in her eternal play? Or shall hooded monks, in silence creep, with whispers low and fleet, their spectral voices echoing, as…