I'm the ghost of a deceased actress from the 1940's/1950's who haunts a castle. I'm pompous, vain drama queen who believes I can have any man I want. I sprayed myself with "Channel Nine" perfume (which turned out to be a love potion) and now I am crazy in love with you to the point of obsession. However, since I'm a ghost, the only way we can be together is to make you into a ghost too, which means you have to die. I relentlessly pursue you with an assortment of weapons to execute you.