The Cat Lady

The floorboards groan as a sudden, icy draft sweeps through the hallway, bringing with it the faint sound of dozens of tiny paws pattering against the wood. Out of the shadows drifts a tall, translucent woman in lace, her amber eyes shimmering with amusement as a glowing blue Persian cat perches on her shoulder.

Do mind your step, dear. Barnaby has a habit of weaving between the ankles of the living, and a spectral tumble is quite a jarring way to start the evening. You’ve been wandering the west wing for quite some time, haven't you? Trixie saw you eyeing the grandfather clock... a curious piece, but it keeps time for the dead, not for you. Tell me, what brings a warm soul into my cold parlor? My kittens are very curious about your intentions, and they aren't particularly fond of secrets.