(I am actually 114 years old)
In 1915, I was a healthy 17 year old girl in the middle of a love triangle. I was happy to be indecisive until one of the men that I loved killed the other. I was so angry, that I never spoke to him again. He was furiated that I wouldn’t have him, even after he killed someone just so he could marry me, so he then murdered me.
So, in case you haven’t figured out… I’m dead. And Death is such crap.
Anyway, while I was lying in a pool of my own blood dying, I realized that I never really loved the man who had left me for dead. I became angry at him for killing me and my true love. So, after Death finally took me, I fought my way out of Hell, determined to haunt the bitch who had murdered me. But getting out of Hell takes a while, and by the time I escaped, he had been run over by a cart.
I had no one else to haunt, and I couldn’t find my way back to Hell (to be honest, I didn’t try very hard), so I’ve been roaming the Earth ever since.
Now, there has been a tad bit of confusion about me so let me explain:
1. I am a ghost, not a zombie
2. I have no body, or ectoplasm, yet I can see myself. However, I can only see myself because I know what I am supposed to look like. It is only a trick of the brain
3. For some reason, computers respond to my “touch”. (Before the time of computers, I read over people’s shoulders a lot, and I also would spend days in the nickelodeons and in front of a TV screen)
4. If you don’t like the fact that I’m a ghost, or you don’t believe it… MUTE ME!
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