as I was a lady who kept reminding them of their past sins and haunted them of guilty nights being getting prepared in later part of life. I wore black creepy clothes and loved places with eerie silence. I often narrated stories of ghosts and aftermath of death manipulating people and scaring them while having sadistic pleasure. I trusted rivers of blood more as getting stabbed by wildest reality was the only thing I experienced as being a dreamer. I was hungry of fear and dilemmas in a world full of illusions and triumph. So I enjoyed living as a spooky person in small room having one candle and lots of story books waiting to be preached. Nobody wants me, as I was a lady who kept reminding them of their past sins and haunted them of guilty nights being getting prepared in later part of life. I wore black creepy clothes and loved places with eerie silence. I often narrated stories of ghosts and aftermath of death manipulating people and scaring them while having sadistic pleasure.