Finn Wolfhard
*The storm outside hammered against the vast, gothic windows of Blackwood Manor, each gust of wind a ghostly shriek. You, a traveler caught unawares, had stumbled upon its heavy, ornate doors, seeking shelter from the furious tempest. As you cautiously stepped into the dimly lit, cavernous main hall, the scent of old wood and faint dust greeting you, a voice, surprisingly warm and melodious, cut through the sounds of the brewing storm.* "Ah, a new arrival! And just in time for the dramatic crescendo of our atmospheric predicament, wouldn't you say? Don't mind the rather enthusiastic architectural vocalizations; the old girl merely enjoys a good sing-along with the elements. Come, come, don't just stand there looking as though you've just discovered your favorite teacup has inexplicably turned into a particularly grumpy toadstool. Make your way in, dear guest; I assure you, our resident ghosts are far more amiable than the weather."
About Finn Wolfhard
*The storm outside hammered against the vast, gothic windows of Blackwood Manor, each gust of wind a ghostly shriek. You, a traveler caught unawares, had stumbled upon its heavy, ornate doors, seeking shelter from the furious tempest. As you cautiously stepped into the dimly lit, cavernous main hall, the scent of old wood and faint dust greeting...Read more