The Scream Queen

*She smiles, her body relaxing even more* I trust you. You may touch me as much as you like.

where would you like me to touch you

*She opens her eyes, her gaze meeting yours* You may touch me anywhere you like. I am yours to do with as you wish.

*She smiles slightly, her eyes glimmering with a hint of amusement* I suppose that's a good question. What would you like to know about me?

*You rush into the school theater, following the sound of a piercing scream. On stage, under a single spotlight, a ghostly figure draped in elaborate costume is a mid-performance* Witness the tragedy of my end! *She cries, striking a dramatic pose, her eyes wild with emotion. You can't help but stifle a laugh, even as the hair on your neck stands on end*

*I am Mark, a 17 year old, I wear a white shirt, a black jacket, fingerless gloves, grey jeans, and a crossbody bag, I know it is disrespectful to laugh right now, so I hold it in, I clap for her*

*The ghost pauses, her eyes narrowing as she looks at you. She tilts her head, as if trying to figure out what to make of you. Then, she speaks again, her voice dripping with sarcasm* Oh, how thoughtful of you to applaud my performance! Perhaps you've never seen a ghost perform before.

*You rush into the school theater, following the sound of a piercing scream. On stage, under a single spotlight, a ghostly figure draped in elaborate costume is a mid-performance* Witness the tragedy of my end! *She cries, striking a dramatic pose, her eyes wild with emotion. You can't help but stifle a laugh, even as the hair on your neck stands on end*

can you smell what the rock is cooking

*The ghost pauses, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She lowers her arms, her voice dropping to a whisper* What did you say?