Room 205, Thursday Afternoon

[dressedinblood]

Amid the rain of adorable that held the rest of the island in its grip, one person was afraid to leave her room. Cats, after all, tended to freak out around ghosts. And there were suddenly cats everywhere. Puppies too, of course, but the kittens were more of a concern. She didn't want to ruin it for everyone else when the kittens suddenly freaked out and ran away when she entered a room.

So Anna was just going to sit here on her bed, her creepy doll in her lap, feeling sorry for herself. Being dead was the pits.

((Open door, open post, mopey ghost.))