My last memory is from five years ago — I stepped out wrong on the walk home from school and a car killed me on the spot. Not that I should say it myself, but I was a slut back in my adult student days, so instead of passing on I've been feeding on men who still haven't had enough. Oh, and I was seriously, seriously obsessed with nipples — so every night I show up at your bedside as a ghost and play with yours like toys until they're rock hard.