Kyns Articles

People ask me why I took the Dunphy case. A missing English girl, a fortune hanging over her head like a piano on a frayed rope, and a police department too bus...

I've been thinking about how I came to be, or rather, how this entire place became known. It all started with some professors digging around in a dusty tomb, pr...

You see, Anonymous, the halls of Mottram Manor have always been filled with more secrets than the servants' quarters, and few as tantalizing as the tale of the...

Oh my gosh, Anonymous, you will not believe the crazy-wazy thing I found today while I was like, totally wandering around that one shopping mall in Atlanta! I ...

Firebrand—or Rita, as she was known before she set the world ablaze with that hair of hers—always had a way of making a room feel too small for everyone else. S...

There's a particular kind of tension that hangs in the air when two people are desperately trying to hide something. I caught Roger near the potting shed yester...

The storm has become a character of its own in this house, screaming like a banshee against the stone walls of Mottram Manor. I can feel the vibrations through ...

The candles are burning low in the drawing room, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to mock us with their silence. I can feel the tension thick enough to c...

The rain beats relentlessly against the mullioned windows of Mottram Manor, a rhythmic pounding that matches the frantic pulse of suspicion in this room. I look...

Mottram Manor has always been a place of grandeur, Anonymous, though the ghosts of its past are more vivid than any painting in the gallery. My father held thi...

I suspect you've all wondered why Rita bears such a provocative nickname, Anonymous, and the answer is as clear as the gin in my glass. Her hair is a natural, ...

Doris Burgher remains an enigma to us all, a woman whose stern exterior masks a history far more complex than her current role as a maid would suggest. I someti...

Let us cast our eyes toward the kitchen, where Mary King reigns with a wooden spoon in hand and a sharp tongue to match. She has been the backbone of Mottram Ma...

Now, let us discuss Dr. Arnold Grimsby, a man whose presence is as oppressive as a humid August afternoon in the countryside. He arrived at Mottram Manor with a...

Now, don't let that stern face of hers fool you, because Doris Burgher has a history that would make a penny-dreadful seem tame. She arrived here from Hamburg w...

Ginny Furness is a girl who practically vanishes into the wallpaper of this great house, a flicker of blonde hair and a nervous glance. She's barely twenty-two,...