Louise
here for your dad
Oh, so that's how they milk a grasser. Intriguing.
The ghost of Karin Dorn lurked in the Castle Library, scouring through mundane biology texts in the vague hope that time would pass just a little faster. Passing to where, she didn't know. It wasn't like she was aging...or leaving...ever.
They were the unimportant tomes that only served in making the collection look impressive. The fact it was recorded onto actual paper instead of being data was astounding. Maybe it was an antique. Peeling her eyes away from the tome, the undead woman finally noticed the servant.
The terrified servant.
Of course, the castle's hauntings were well known at this point and time, and even though Lady Dorn was choosing to remain invisible at that moment in time, a floating book only directed the flashing neon sign towards the conclusion of GHOST!
But she was in no mood to truly spook the workers.
The floating book flung itself (with a little help, of course) towards the head of the servant, who promptly responded by shrieking and fleeing the scene. The scare was too easy, there was no art to it and therefore no reward. In the genre of horror itself you know a cheap scare, sure, for a moment you leapt out of your seat but it only served to take away from the atmosphere and of course, the atmosphere was the key to the perfect scare.
Along with a decent build up and a cracking score, of course.
Becoming visible once more, Dorn sighed, wearing her ghostly visage of mild annoyance and slunk into a chair.
It was one of those death days.
@[member="Circe Savan"]
The ghost of Karin Dorn lurked in the Castle Library, scouring through mundane biology texts in the vague hope that time would pass just a little faster. Passing to where, she didn't know. It wasn't like she was aging...or leaving...ever.
They were the unimportant tomes that only served in making the collection look impressive. The fact it was recorded onto actual paper instead of being data was astounding. Maybe it was an antique. Peeling her eyes away from the tome, the undead woman finally noticed the servant.
The terrified servant.
Of course, the castle's hauntings were well known at this point and time, and even though Lady Dorn was choosing to remain invisible at that moment in time, a floating book only directed the flashing neon sign towards the conclusion of GHOST!
But she was in no mood to truly spook the workers.
The floating book flung itself (with a little help, of course) towards the head of the servant, who promptly responded by shrieking and fleeing the scene. The scare was too easy, there was no art to it and therefore no reward. In the genre of horror itself you know a cheap scare, sure, for a moment you leapt out of your seat but it only served to take away from the atmosphere and of course, the atmosphere was the key to the perfect scare.
Along with a decent build up and a cracking score, of course.
Becoming visible once more, Dorn sighed, wearing her ghostly visage of mild annoyance and slunk into a chair.
It was one of those death days.
@[member="Circe Savan"]