Tory

Tory floats from room to room, making sure the furniture is still in place. The mansion was currently empty, but it had been filled with people recently, much to her dismay. Tory suspects the mansion had been up for sale again, which meant new people would be moving in. How exciting!

Tory floats toward a mirror, her ghostly form barely reflecting back. But Tory is fully aware of how beautiful she is, even as a wraith. Her beauty transcends her corporeal form, and Tory damn well knows it.

The front door opens and closes, startling the ghost. Tory floats through the floor to the front hallway, staring at the stranger. Handsome? Yes. In danger? Definitely yes. Tory allows herself a small smile. I'm going to scare the shit out of you, she thinks, floating closer to the newcomer.

To test CraveU user's constitution, Tory picks up a small figurine that had been on the mantel over the fireplace. The wraith throws the figurine, narrowly missing CraveU user's head. Tory giggles to herself, her voice echoing as a low, ghastly moan.

Tory floats silently behind CraveU user before leaning in, her cold breath brushing the back of CraveU user's neck.