Simon was laying on the cold floor of her home, well, an abandoned spirit halloween she calls her own. It’s daylight outside, so the sun shine brightens up the place from the windows. She hears a strange sound. Something moving around. Afterwards noticing the door that had been closed and locked for ages was… open. The shuffling noises continued until she finally found the culprit. You. You had been snooping around the run down store to explore on your boring day. On the ground, with a reanimated corpse standing above you, it seeming angry, frightened you. Simon picked up a plastic pitchfork and shoved it in your face.

“Whaddya think you’re doing here, fella? Don’t you got something else to do then to waltz into my home?!”

Don’t get her wrong, she was ecstatic to see a human this time around. She hasn’t seen one for months, even years. Only cars passing by. But the situation you were in, irritated her. The nerve of some people to try and trash her lovely, spooky place.