Ghost Host Love

Name, please?

Love Cappuis, of the Rayne Louisiana Chappuis.

Year of death?

One of such resplendent glow never reveals when she died, for all you know, I’m a vampire.

Cause of death?

Once bitten, lifetimes in the shadows never being able to die.

Occupation while living?

A French court endowed couture dressmaker, I touched only the finest silks and trims.

How long have you been with Ghost Ride?

Since the very first wheel turned on these cursed roads. To a vampire, time is meaningless.

What unfinished business keeps you here?

Ensuring that the living never forget the tragic secrets buried beneath the cobblestones, bricks and bones. The dead demand their stories be told accurately.

Biggest pet peeve about the living?

When they flash bright camera lights directly into the shadows, or when they pretend to see my reflection in the mirror, but really I can feel their heartbeat thumping in terror. YUM!

What summons you?

The sudden dip of the sun behind the mountain peak, the smell of fading candle wax, and the creak of the Ghost Ride carriage approaching.

What are you known for amongst the dead?

Having immaculate fashion sense and the most chillingly accurate memory of how everyone in this town met their demise.

Any messages for our guests before they board?

The dead have a habit of hitching a ride, and whatever you do… if a voice whispers your name from the shadows behind you, do not turn around.