hillgate manor by @kazzer (kaz iska)

bronwynn zeit was just a complacent technical help line operator for a new jersey-based software company with no cash or family (also no.1 on the office's unofficial 'most likely to come in with shotgun one day and gun us all down, because you have to watch out for the quiet ones' betting charter) before she inherited the property and finances, (including a 500-year old manor in kent, england) of a rich great-grandmother she only remembers from childhood dreams, and who bronwynn was, for some reason, convinced had died decades before. sounds like the beginning of a horror movie, no? well, what horror movies have talking abyssinian cats named zatchlass descended from thessalian prophets, a manor built by an insane occultist and his blind brother littered with summoning circles and chaos-sigils in 1569, a self-sustained environment in the form of the constantly darkened yet disturbingly quiet and overgrown adreana grounds, and a master that predates everyone from the moon goddess to hecate to satan and whose voice permeates in madness and the blind dark behind the stars? what horror movie? huh? no, seriously, i don't know.