Whispers at Hollow Manor

I have a very good friend who, after graduating from medical school, inherited a substantial fortune from his parents—enough to last a lifetime without ever working. He has little interest in romantic pursuits or luxury; instead, he is passionate about collecting bizarre and curious stories. He spends most of his time traveling, rarely at home, and has no other friends. To others, he might seem like an oddity, but I, too, am a seeker of the strange. That's why he always shares with me the peculiar joys he encounters. Just recently, he called to tell me he was back from his travels, bringing along many fresh and intriguing tales. I rushed over immediately, as I was on a year-long sabbatical, and decided to move into his family estate, Hollow Manor. Every evening, we sit by the fire as he recounts one of the strange stories he's gathered, perfect for a chilling night at Hollow Manor.