Haunted House Third Floor Parlor, Wednesday evening

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The flickering lights in her room were giving Jessica a headache, so she headed out to the parlor. She'd seen the weird chair before, the one that had somehow been put together with two of the legs and the back switched. She had no idea how that could have possibly happened, but hey, she was here, nobody was looking, why not see how well it worked as a chair?

"Oh god oh god oh god what have I done?"

That was enough to get Jessica back on her feet and walking quickly but non-chalantly toward the normal-looking couch on the other side of the room. It was only after a few minutes that she looked back and saw a pale girl standing by the chair, her back to it, as she shook her head, even though her face was in her hands.

"You're not real, are you?" Jessica asked. There was no answer except for a depressed sigh. "I'm just gonna watch some TV here, don't mind me. I think it's time to see what kind of talent America's got and see if it can drown you out."

She hoped the ghost girl hadn't drowned. That would have been insensitive if she had.

[OOC: A CR with a ghost. Perfect combination!]