>Anon makes it to the front door of the finishing school and rings the strangely loud doorbell.
>The door opens and he is greeted by a short middle-aged woman.
>”Oh you must be Anon! Phantasma has told me so much about you!” she says and shakes his hand, “I’m Ms. Grimwood, the headmistress. Phantasma is in the kitchen if you wish to see her now.”
>She lets Anon in and points him to the school’s kitchen, which he immediately heads toward to greet his spectral beauty.
>However, as he enters he is greeted with a terrifying sight.
>Phantasma is floating there, holding a large knife with a deep red fluid dripping off of it.
>She turns to him, a crazy look in her eyes as she slowly smiles.
>”Hey honey,” she greets him in a soft voice. “Hope you’re hungry.”
>Anon continues to stand there for a few more seconds, before screaming and bolting for the front door.
>Phantasma just floats there, a confused look taking over her face.
>Elsa enters the kitchen, looking just as confused.
>”Did your date just leave?” she asks, turning towards her ghostly friend, “I didn’t even get to meet him.”
>Phantasma just looks over to the tomatoes she was sloppily dicing, “I guess he doesn’t like pasta.”
>Elsa raises an eyebrow at her, “You sure it wasn’t because you stabbed a man and left his corpse on the table?”
>”Of course not!” Phantasma protests, “Who could ever hate such a lovely centerpiece?”