The Haunting of Bly Manor was created by the same people that made The Haunting of Hill House, the Netflix mini series that reinvented horror. This is a synopsis for the characters that made me fall in love with the series
I stood in front of a tiny hut made of wooden panels and palm mats raised atop wooden stilts. The makeshift window to the hut’s left was made of the same material and propped open with a small stick, just a smidge. I looked at the door-less entrance and with the dim light of the waning moon, I was able to see a pair of calloused, dirty feet laying limply on the ground.
After gathering the necessary equipment, the four of us walked out of the truck onto the paved walkway with parallel garden lights that led up to an unassuming house. The house itself was in the middle of a very picturesque neighborhood next to rows of cookie-cutter houses. It even had a white picket fence.
October is by far my favorite time of the year. Not only does it fall on my birthday, it also falls in The Fall. Get it? Okay. I know that’s pretty lame. What I meant was that we’ve survived summer, and the cooler months are ahead of us. Also, drum roll please... HALLOWEEN is right around the corner! My favorite holiday. I don’t care what anyone says, but all of October is Halloween.
I stood in the middle of a spacious, inviting living room filled with various furniture around me. There was a couch a few feet in front of me, a pair of armchairs on either side of it, a book shelf against the wall to my left that was connected to the staircase near the entrance. I stared into flickering red and orange flames that danced within a fireplace of brown and beige stones. Above the mantle hung a painted portrait of a man in a black suit sporting a maroon tie, his brown hair cut short and styled. Grey eyes stared back at me. A crystal chandelier hung directly above me, warmly lit.