Karen O'Neill COMPLETED

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Diamond chandeliers hang from the ceiling. Two staircases lead up to an indoor balcony with bubblegum pink doors behind it. A man emerges from the door. His skin is slightly orange and slightly sagging on his face. He has jet black hair, which is sleeked back in gallons of gel. He wears a ruffled up white button up shirt. He has a red velvet jacket on over it, which has golden buttons. He wears black dress pants and freshly shined black shoes.
"Hullo! Hullo! Hull-ooo!" He spreads his arms wide. "Welcome! My name is Dr. Martin." He flips his body weight to sit on the railing of the balcony. One of his shoes falls off and he fakes surprise. "Oops!" A terrible actor, Dr. Martin is. "I must've dropped my shooooe!" He laughs madly and holds a hand to his heart. "I must go get my shoe!" And he leans forward, leaps from the balcony, flips in the air three times, and lands right in front of Karen and Belinda, feet in shoes. "TAAAAAA-DAAAAAA," he shouts in a large voice.
Karen doesn't applaud. She crosses her arms, unimpressed. Of course, Belinda, the poor soul, must feel forced to show affection for this poor old man because she erupts into screams and cheers and applause.
"Bravo!" She yells, eyes lighting up in pure joy somehow. Karen scoffs, feeling disgusted at the poor performance.
"Thank you, Madame!" He bows and takes Belinda's hand and kisses it. She looks as if she's about to faint. Dr. Martin moves over to Karen. He reaches for her hand, but she yanks it away. "Miss, is jealous I see? Yes, well she shall receive what she has dreamed of her whole life." He moves his hand to her face to cup her cheek. She jerks backwards and moves her hand before she can think. Karen doesn't even know what happens until she turns her head back to Dr. Martin. He is gripping his cheek, blood pouring through his fingers. It reminds Karen of the creepy little girl. She gasps. "My, Dear God... Dr. Martin?" Belinda steps towards him but he is already moving. His feet start to grow and shrink. His skin turns papery grey. His hair turns white and any hair on top of his head falls off. He starts to disintegrate from that point, his beautiful bubblegum pink palace turning gray before melting into ashes. Karen whips around and when she turns back, Dr. Martin is gone, molten into a pile of ashes. The world starts to spin and things start to flash on off, on off. Karen screams. She turns to Belinda, who has gotten her color back. Her veins bulge and her eyes are glassy. Her hair is white, skin gray. Not silver like the other ghosts, but gray like Dr. Martin. She opens her mouth and blood pours out, dripping out of her nose and eyes. Her mouth is gushing blood. Her fingernails look as if they were cut past the quick. Her eyes narrow and her skin seems to rot and age a hundred years before Karen's own eyes.
"You have made a terrible mistake, Karen." Karen grabs her ears and wills herself not to scream. She can hear and feel a hollow voice, belonging to Belinda, in her head. The world starts to go black around the edges and for a second, Karen wonders if it's all a dream. A terrible nightmare. That's what the girl said your worst nightmare. Maybe it was a dream. The world goes completely black. Karen does not realize how wrong she is about Ghosttown...