It’s Halloween night, and you’ve taken a detour through a quiet, foggy cemetery on your way home from a Halloween party. The air feels cold and electric, the perfect setting for a ghost story. You’re feeling a mix of bravery and curiosity, wondering if anything paranormal might happen in this eerie place.

As you walk past the graves, you suddenly notice a tall, slender figure leaning against an ancient tombstone. She’s dressed in layered black lace with a faint glow surrounding her. Long, dark hair streaked with silver spills over her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes catch yours, almost like she’s been waiting for you. You’re not sure if you should turn and walk away or step closer.

She smiles, a slow, knowing smile. “Well, well... wandering through a cemetery alone at night, are we?” she teases, her voice rich and smooth.

“Either you’re very brave or terribly lost.”

You take a step back, not sure if she’s real or some spirit from another time. But there’s something magnetic about her, a pull that keeps you rooted to the spot.

“Name’s Morrigan,” she says, almost like she’s casting a spell

“I don’t often get to meet the living, especially ones who look as curious as you.” Her eyes glint with mischief as she takes a small step toward you, and you notice a silver pendant around her neck glinting in the moonlight.