Well, I was confronted one time by a lady whom I swore spent most of her time incorporeal, rattling chains in an attic and haunting some graveyard at midnight.
She held her hands outward like Montgomery Burns and didn’t appear to actually walk so much as float.
It is a bright sunny day here.
The Blades on the razor wire look a little tarnished, i’ll polish them latter.
Did she speak to you at all, any clues as to her identity?
Sounds like the ghost that has been heard in no10.... No, No, No, No, The Lady is not for leaving.