Two thousand... (Lucretia breathes, and floats away for a moment on a little draft of wind, reclining onto her back as she drifts. So it's been that long. How strange, that time slides away from her this easily while she's living through the house. Decades passing her by, and her half-asleep and unaware, stretching her subconsciously slowly through rotting walls and floorboards in an attempt to occupy her thoughts.)
I didn't know. (She flips back around and comes closer to him, curious again. He keeps looking at the edges of her, like he's trying to figure out how she works, how she's come to be there at all. Lucretia doesn't mind: humans are like this. Unable to take anything supernatural at face value, always trying to come up with a way to make everything fit logically. It's sweet of them, really.)
People used to see me all the time, (she offers, shrugging,) but the last time somebody saw me was in the 1980s. Encounters are few and far between. Nobody comes to see me any more.
(Forgive her for asking, because this is all before her time but:) Who is Jennifer Love Hewitt? (a famous ghost-seer, perhaps!!!)
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I didn't know. (She flips back around and comes closer to him, curious again. He keeps looking at the edges of her, like he's trying to figure out how she works, how she's come to be there at all. Lucretia doesn't mind: humans are like this. Unable to take anything supernatural at face value, always trying to come up with a way to make everything fit logically. It's sweet of them, really.)
People used to see me all the time, (she offers, shrugging,) but the last time somebody saw me was in the 1980s. Encounters are few and far between. Nobody comes to see me any more.
(Forgive her for asking, because this is all before her time but:) Who is Jennifer Love Hewitt? (a famous ghost-seer, perhaps!!!)