As the music grows louder, the compulsion to dance grows more insistent. Before you know it, you find yourself on the ballroom floor, in the arms of a ghostly lady, leading her through turns and change steps even as the music leads you.

As the hours pass, your dance partner seems more and more... well, solid. She seems to be slowly returning to life in your arms. And despite your growing weariness, there's never an opportunity to take a breather.

It isn't until there isn't even the slightest hint of translucence to her you finally understand what has happened. With a giggle, the now no longer ghostly girl spins away from you, blows a kiss, and departs the ballroom. Unfortunately, as she was returning to life, she was in truth draining it from you. While you're naught but a ghost constrained to the ballroom of a haunted manor, at least a small part of you lives on in the girl. That's a good thing, right?