Dolores Whateley
"Most men get to dance with me twice. Once when they're human, and once when they're...not."

Were the creepy woman in the white dress in possession of her faculties, she'd likely be regarded as one of the most beautiful women in the area. As it is, her black hair is long and tangled, and her expensive white dress is torn and soiled. She babbles constantly, her garbled speech mixing child's nursery rhymes and Gothic poetry. She clutches a rag doll in her hands, one which she occasionally jabs with a needle and thread. The undeniable light of madness shines in her eyes as she pirouettes among the graves.

"Make a wish, make a wish, make a wish all. Toss in a coin and hope they all fall..."