It was rather stereotypical, a touch clichéd, but a cool breeze would quite suddenly blow through the pub, rustling papers, perhaps jingling the glasses around a bit before someone would appear in the corner of the room. Well, more like fade in, and only people who could see ghosts would even notice. Anyways, one second there was none, the next there was a she, a rather pale, ghastly looking girl that was probably very pretty at one point, but for a moment her eyes looked dark and bruised, pale and glazed with death, her skin gray and her dark hair matted and clumped with bits of dirt and lily petals. Her outfit consisted of a once white dress now brown with dirt and red with blood ( probably from the dripping chest wound that left ghostly droplets of crimson everywhere ) and her feet were bare.
She looked puzzled, peering about in a rather stupefied manner before stepping out of the corner and closer to the center of the room, the faux blood droplets that rolled from her body and dropped down faded and vanished after a few moments, before pooling about her feet as she fell still again. “What a positively curious place.” She said quietly, her annoyance rather obvious.
The people there were ignored for the time being, after all, they probably couldn't see her ghostly butt anyways.