Hamlet
You don't trust spirits, and you certainly don't like the looks of that sword. Who's to say it's not some menace from hell disguising itself in your father's image?
"I'll go no further," you call to the ghost. "Can you not speak before all of us?"
The ghost looks you over, gives a disappointed sigh, and drifts off. You immediately feel guilty, but you think you did the right thing. You bid the guards and Horatio goodnight and decide to turn in for the night.
It seems the ghost isn't about to give up, however, because you somehow find it waiting for you in your chamber. You're not sure how it managed to get there, but no matter.
"Hamlet you must listen to me!" It shouts before you can scramble for the door, "I am your father's ghost. I've been doomed to drift between this world and purgatory because your uncle murdered me in my sleep! He poured poison in my ear so that he can take the crown and my queen! You must avenge me, my son, if you ever loved me! But don't harm your mother. Leave her to the judgement of the heavens."
You blinked, stunned by its accusations. You try to question it more, but then a rooster crowed and it vanished instantly. Now you kind of wish you'd just followed it in the first place. But how were you to know, right?
Now, you ought to decide what to do with this information.
"I'll go no further," you call to the ghost. "Can you not speak before all of us?"
The ghost looks you over, gives a disappointed sigh, and drifts off. You immediately feel guilty, but you think you did the right thing. You bid the guards and Horatio goodnight and decide to turn in for the night.
It seems the ghost isn't about to give up, however, because you somehow find it waiting for you in your chamber. You're not sure how it managed to get there, but no matter.
"Hamlet you must listen to me!" It shouts before you can scramble for the door, "I am your father's ghost. I've been doomed to drift between this world and purgatory because your uncle murdered me in my sleep! He poured poison in my ear so that he can take the crown and my queen! You must avenge me, my son, if you ever loved me! But don't harm your mother. Leave her to the judgement of the heavens."
You blinked, stunned by its accusations. You try to question it more, but then a rooster crowed and it vanished instantly. Now you kind of wish you'd just followed it in the first place. But how were you to know, right?
Now, you ought to decide what to do with this information.