I walked to the other bedroom. There were a lot of pictures, and it looked like a teenager bedroom for a girl. It must be her room. There is dust everywhere and I cough. I search trhough her stuff, papers, everything. "Come on.. What happend to you." I mumbled to myself. I watched all her photo's and, I must say, they were kinda awesome for 1908. Suddenly I heard something, a slight woosh. I turned around and there she was. Her white skin, her long blond hair and her beautiful white dress. I heard something leaking. I looked down to her dress and I saw blood. Lots and lots of blood dripping of her dress on the ground. Honestly, it was a bit anoying. She stared at me and said: "What are you doing here again?". When I only stared back and didn't believe what I saw, she said: "Hellooo? Aren't you going to answer me? Or do you want to be dead?". She grins and flew around me, checking me out. I wish I had put on some other clothes. "Why did you kill my friends?" I asked. I was trying not to look scared, but my voice betrayed me. "Who were your friends? I've murdered so many people. Do you wanna see them?". Laughing girly and evily, she continued: "But what does it matter anyways? It's not like you miss them, or you wouldn't be here. But hey, why are you here? For the second time -.- ". I had a plan. It'll be good. I said: "Why are YOU here, Lisa? Yes you heard it, I said your name. I know pretty much about you. Your name, your birthday, your date of death. You're dead, aren't you?". She looked shocked, just as I planned.
After a moment of silence, she said: "Why do you know all that...?!". Okay, now she looks furious. "Oh I did some research in the lbrary and I accidentaly found your picture in a journal from 1925. You were prom queen that day. You were looking nice that day btw.". "Why were you looking in a journal from 1925? And it was the exact same journal with a picture of me? Are you stalking me?!". Okay, now I was the one that was shocked. Have I been stalking her? No that's not true. She murdered my friends so I had to do some research. It's her fault, not mine. "I-I'm not. If you didn't kill my friends I didn't have to do research. So it's your own fault anyways". She punched me, and I flew to the other side of the room.