I DON'T REALLY HAVE TOO MANY. I LOVE CATS AND USED TO HAVE MANY ON THE FARM IN BLACKPOOL, WHERE I GREW UP. WHILE I WAS ALIVE I ENJOYED A NICE GAME OF CRICKET WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS. SIPPING A COLD CUP OF LEMON TEA AND MUNCHING ON BISCUITS WHILE READING ALSO KEPT ME SANE ALL THOSE LONELY NIGHTS AWAY FROM HOME. I ALSO ENJOY SCARING THE GIRLS HERE FROM TIME TO TIME, ALTHOUGH THAT'S GETTING TO BE RATHER A PROBLEM THESE DAYS...I BLAME TELEVISION. PLAYING PIANO, LEAVING BLOODY FOOTPRINTS, MOVING FURNITURE...THAT SORT OF THING. BEING DEAD KIND OF LIMITS WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO.
I took a picture of this curious little fellow in one of the girls' dorm room. Looks like he just saw a ghost!
Music
MY EARS HAVE FALLEN OFF...MAKING ME A TAD DEAF. SO....MUSIC'S REALLY NOT THAT IMPORTANT TO ME. BUT I CAN STILL HEAR A LITTLE BIT WHEN I PLAY THE PIANO.
(BELOW IS AUTHOR MICHAEL KLEEN DISCUSSING HIS VIEWS ON WHAT REALLY HAPPENED AT PEMBERTON HALL...boy is he deluded!)
Movies
Television
Books
ANYTHING BY STEPHEN KING, JOHN SAUL, RICHARD LAYMON, OR EDGAR ALLEN POE. "CARRIE" IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES
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(I CAUGHT SOME PERVERT SNOOPING AROUND ONE OF THE DORMS' WINDOWS...I sure showed him!)
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Heroes
Mary's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Networking
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
Blackpool, England
Body type:
More to love!
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Religion:
Catholic
Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
Smoke / Drink:
No / No
Children:
Love kids, but not for me
Education:
College graduate
Occupation:
Specter/Ghost
Income:
Less than $30,000
Mary's Companies
Eastern Illinois University Charleston, Illinois US General Manager of Spectral Affairs Special Scare Unit
My Death - Current
Mary is running out of bloody footprints to leave! Posted at 12:47 AM Nov 28, 2007 view more
HELLO. MY NAME IS MARY. I'M A GHOST AND I HAUNT PEMBERTON HALL AT EASTERN ILLINOIS UNIVERSITY IN CHARLESTON...GO PANTHERS! I DID SUPPOSEDLY COMMIT SUICIDE AFTER A GIRL WAS "SUPPOSEDLY" (THERE'S THAT WORD AGAIN) KILLED BY A CRAZY JANITOR ONE COLD AND BLUSTERY NIGHT IN JANUARY OF 1917. WOW.....1917. I FORGOT HOW LONG AGO THAT "SUPPOSEDLY" WAS. ANYHOO, NONE OF THAT EVER HAPPENED AND I REALLY DIED OF SYPHILIS AT KANKAKEE MENTAL HOSPITAL ON OCTOBER 29, 1918. NOT BECAUSE I WAS CRAZY AND RACKED WITH GUILT, HEAVEN'S NO...BECAUSE WE DIDN'T HAVE ALL THE NIFTY MEDICAL ADVANCEMENTS YOU NICE FOLKS HAVE TODAY. AS TO THE WHY'S AND HOW'S OF ME STUCK SPOOKING THE STUDENTS HERE AT EIU, I DON'T KNOW. I WAS THE "DORM MOTHER" AT PEMBERTON HALL FOR A WHILE, USING STRICT ETHICS AND GUIDLINES TO KEEP THE GIRLS BOTH PROPER AND IN-LINE. SUFFICE IT TO SAY....I WAS KIND OF A BITCH, BUT I HAVE MELLOWED AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. YOU KIND OF HAVE TO...BEING DECEASED AND ALL. I'M BRITISH OF COURSE, HAVING MOVED HERE WHEN I WAS 23 WITH MY FATHER PETER, MY MOTHER REAGAN , AND LITTLE BROTHER EGON. THERE'S NOT REALLY MUCH TO TELL OTHER THAN THAT. I'M DEAD, SO....ANY PERSONAL GOALS OR AMBITIONS IS OUT OF THE QUESTION.
