๑۞๑,¸¸,ø¤º°`°๑۩ мαятнα яσsε ۩๑°`°ºø¤,¸¸,๑۞๑After she had finished unpacking, Martha flopped down onto her bed, worn out from using her powers to move various heavy objects, as well as holding a physical presence for more than an hour. Her body began to fade to a near transparent form and she began to hover ever so slightly over her bed. She took a deep breath and smiled, glad that she was finally able to relax without the fear of a human finding out she was dead, and had been for quite a while.
She clicked her ghostly fingers then suddenly her stereo began playing the Diet Mountain Dew by Lana Del Rey - currently one of her favourite songs.
♫
You're no good for me, baby, you're no good for me, you're no good for me, but, baby I want you, I want... ♫
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