I died a long time ago, in a little town in Michigan. I was run off the road. I was on my way to my boyfriend's senior prom at the time, and a good haunting always starts with a nice archetype like that.

[She drops her attempts to sound like a "modern" living teen, and she suddenly sounds like someone who might've babysat for his boys for pocket money on the weekend. Funny how the way people use language changes over the decades.]