The Rules of Kerloc’h
Welcome to Kerloc’h.
October 17, 1905. The coast of Brittany. A dark granite manor, yours to rent for ten francs a year, on one condition: you must stay until dawn on November 1.
Maëlle Le Goff is twenty-one, with a trunk and nowhere to return to. She doesn’t believe in ghosts. Kerloc’h, however, believes in her.
If you step inside, there are three rules. They are not suggestions.
Every evening, at sunset, leave a bowl of milk on the doorstep.On the night of October 31, the door must remain open from dusk until dawn.Whoever knocks that night is entitled to a sweet treat. You may not refuse.
In the cellar lies a leather-bound book. On its cover, in almost-faded gold: The Ledger of Gifts.
A story for Samhain. Breton Gothic, mist, candles that light themselves, and a master of the house who has yet to learn to tell things as they are.
Content notes: bereavement and a dark atmosphere.Romance: slow burn.
Leave the door open.
— Vesper 🌙
