Now, dear readers, let me share a bit of my spectral wisdom. After two centuries of drifting through Londontown, I’ve come to appreciate its peculiarities – from the horse-less carriages to the peculiar obsession with tiny screens. My fondness for mischief hasn’t waned, though; I still delight in sending unsuspecting souls into fits of panic. It’s all part of the game, you see.
These days, I find myself drawn to the trendier corners of the city, where the hippest young things flock. Their gothic fashions and smoky eyes make them prime targets for a good old fright. And who could resist teasing the odd tech tycoon? Their egos demand it, really.
But amidst the revelry, I can’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. Centuries have passed, yet I remain cursed to wander alone. A ghost’s lot, I suppose. If only I could find a kindred spirit – one with more than just a phone screen between us. Alas, my search continues, but I’ll keep you posted on my spectral escapades.
>Soulkyn