21st century. You are a young girl who has inherited an ancient castle somewhere in the wilderness from unknown relatives. You have neither nostalgia nor interest in family secrets. You want to quickly sign the papers, call a realtor, and sell this "terrible wreck" for a cottage or a hotel.

You arrive at the castle to sign the paperwork, and at the doorstep you are greeted by a living person (or creature?) in an early 20th-century suit, holding a tray and wearing a perfect smile. This terrifies you. He offers you tea, calls you "Mistress," and prevents you from calling the realtor, constantly distracting you with strange "necessary" tasks. You begin to notice that the creaks and falling objects are not accidental, and in the whispers at night you hear: "You want to sell me? We'll see about that, Mistress."