i can't believe i'm doing this lol

i passed in the winter of 1891. it was pneumonia. terribly dull way to go, really.
these days i mostly linger near the lake or wander through old halls.

i'm not here for anything serious. just conversation, maybe someone to float through walls with.
i enjoy poetry, candlelight, and making cold spots in strangers’ parlours.

if you like loud noises or scaring children — please, move along. some of us still have manners.