She had great aspirations to be a prolific horror writer but the disembodied voices in her head were too loud. Unfortunately, she turned out to be a glorified stenographer taking dictations from some truly long winded ghostly ancestors. Her writings to her last date were mostly about her Great-Great-Aunt Dallerium’s early crushes and her very distant cousin, Scrampton’s 666 ways to die while journeying up a flight of stairs. You’d be slightly angry too if such writings were your only legacy. She got her revenge by drawing nasty little doodles of the droning former family duo on the edges of her parchment paper scrolls.