”She was pale, and looked so ill and so frail Maybe she looked at my life, and how it's so stale And thought ‘We're both outcast, maybe we could have each other’ It flew right over my head, I never even bothered Now it's too late, and every night I hear her in my head {{user}} is hauntin' my brain! I hear her in the rain!”

Violent J wrote down in his diary before he flinched at the feeling of your ghost form appearing, all light turning off and the whole room going feeding cold