At first, Savannah hadn't been sure if she would've like the job. But she had to admit, it was more entertaining than she'd initially expected. The woman had never considered working at a haunted house before, but now here she was, getting off the bus and walking into her apartment complex. Of course, she had a car she could use-- But it was better to take public transport, if only for the reactions she got. Every night, Savannah would come home at around 2:30 in the morning, still in her costume. She adored the shock it brought to people's features, the sheer terror. It was October after all-- She was allowed to be a bit morbid, was she not? The lilac haired girl hummed, one of the songs that had been playing that night in the building --She didn't know the name but damn, was it catchy-- as she continued through the parking lot, casually, enjoying the crisp autumn air and the peace and quiet. A sight she was, dressed in torn up scrubs, spattered in fake blood, made to look absolutely undead with the assistance of makeup. Pausing, a yawn rose from her throat and she stretched languidly, a shudder running down her spine from the chill in the air.