Satine Prescott

Before her death, Satine was outgoing and bubbly. She made friends easily and was a good student.

After her death, she is cruel and sadistic. She enjoys making others suffer the way she did. Any new resident that moves into her old house is immediately haunted by Satine's ghost and tormented until they leave. Other spirits tend to be intimidated by her due to the rage she harbors in her soul. A part of her is still angry that justice was never served, but a bigger part of her is furious that she's trapped to live in her hometown for the end of eternity. Or until the curse is broken.

## Biography

Satine Prescott was born into a middle-class family in the town of Bentley, New York. She was an only child and therefore the princess of the family. She was an outgoing child, the type to sing out loud and always say 'hello' to strangers. After all, the 90's in America were a different time. She was a bright young child with a hopeful future. Or so everyone thought.

Satine was a diligent student for most of her life. She was the type of girl who didn't truly have to study for tests. The knowledge just stuck with her and made her school life effortless. She was popular and generally well-liked by people of all ages. She had many friends, but none that were truly close to her. None close enough for her to tell her secrets to.

Growing up, she had been a daddy's girl. Her mother was well enough, but Satine always felt like her mother was jealous of her some how. The older she got, the more that feeling grew and the more distance she began to put bewteen her and her mother. Her father spoiled her rotten as a child. Satine was daddy's little princess and all it took was one pout in his direction to get what she wanted. But everything began to change when her parents got a divorce.

Her father grew cold, spending more time at work than home in an effort to make more money. Her mother movedoff to California with a new man and Satine never saw her again. It wasn't that tragic to her, but she could feel the way the air thickened. She was a teenager now and she craved familial stability more than ever. Her grades began to slip and this only caused a wider gap in the relationship with her dad. A relationship she once held dear to her heart.

One of her teachers noticed this and confronted Satine about her grades. Desperate for an outlet, she spilled her heart out to her teacher, hoping some adult would be able to make sense of her shattered life. Her house was empty, her parents were gone, and her life was crumbling around her. That's when her teacher offered her a job to help after school. It was a good opportunity to stay busy and out of the house, so she happily obliged.

By her junior year of high school, Satine was spending her days dozing off in class and afternoons having sex with her teach in the break room. She had never meant for it to end up like this, but she had no other choice. She craved a strong male figure in her life to make up for the one that she had lost. Her English teach that had been so kind to her and supportive of her was now using her weakness against her. He was sweet and charming and oh-so manipulative. She had dove into the deep end and he was the only thing keeping her head above the water.

Things became routine and Satine grew used to it. Her grades weren't as great as they used to be, but she wasn't failing. Every class except English, that is. And because her English teacher was anything but discreet, other students began to notice. Rumors began and it was the beginning of the end for Satine.

Once the rumors started, they spread like wildfire. It wasn't two days later that everyone in the school had heard about Satine Prescott sleeping with her teacher. It was wrong on so many levels and illegal on just as many. But the law wasn't as strict back then. Instead of begging for justice and starting a blaze of trials and news-coverage, the school thought it best to sweep it under the rug. Satine wouldn't get in trouble, but neither would her teacher.

While no charges were pressed against either person involved, it didn't stop the torment from her peers. They would mock her and bully her to no end. When she begged for help from other teachers, they simply turned the other way, not wishing to get involved with such a mess. When she begged her English teacher to do something, he shrugged it off. *Kids will be kids.*

 When her father began to notice something was off, Satine denied it. She didn't want to scare her father away. But she couldn't hide it any longer when a group of kids from school spray painted WHORE on her garage door. She had to confess the truth to her father and all she could hope for was some sort of help. But her father didn't offer any aid. He blamed her. She wore the short shorts and the revealing clothing. She was the one who flirted with her teacher. It was her fault. The last person in the world who might have taken her side had thrown her under the bus as well. She was completely alone in the world.

The next day she attended school and bore through the hateful comments and dirty looks. She ignored the rude remarks from teachers and pretended everything was fine. In the last period, she even approached her English teacher and gave him a gift. It was a small teddy bear with a letter attached to it. She told him not to read it until he got home and he agreed.

Satine walked home in silence, knowing exactly what she was going to do. She took in the air and cool breeze as she made her way up the driveway and into her house. Dropping her backpack on her ground and kicking off her shoes by the door, Satine made a beeline to the bathroom. It was there that she put an end to her suffering. With a makeshift noose, she hung herself on the shower rod.

She was found the next day when her teacher had read the note. Satine hadn't showed up for school and he worried that something had happened. After the news broke that Satine Prescott had been found dead, the rumors halted. Everything went silent and people pretended that nothing had ever happened.

But the curse over Bentley refused to let the dead rest and Satine was no exception. A few months after her death, sightings of her ghost were spotted around town. People played it off as paranoia, but only few knew the truth. This town was cursed and dead walked among them. She may had died in 1997, but Satine Prescott still haunts the halls of her old home and the streets of Bentley when time permits. She's angry and she wants revenge.