Take in the atmosphere.

Haunted houses sprawled into the horizon, forming ghost towns, themselves clustered into a necropolis, full of bones and rotting bodies like a desert is to sand.

And these bodies littered the ground, as far as typical human eyes could see from the plateau 50 meters tall in the middle of the ruins, stretching many miles further.

A poisonous mist blanketed desecrated buildings and desolate terrain barren of plant life except in the sewage of flooded basements. Toxic fogs grew especially dense in some areas and rolled onto lower lands.

Where was this necropolis located? In my own Hell dimension. No, not a pocket dimension or through a portal to another world, but on the surface of my personal starship, a perfect orb just over 100 miles in radius. The sky is essentially a sapient, semisolid all floating slime that sticks to the towers built across the makeshift microplanet, many of them over 200 meters tall.

And as I want it to, the many clouds of souls, the minds captured and made into a floating gas, full of particles that slip through matter and move as I wish it to, are all woken so I may toy with them. Each glob of plasma is **** to show its face, no longer disallowed from expressing itself.

Of course they cry and beg to he allowed to rest forever. No, I will not let them. I phase through realspace to a young girl's room. She just started senior year. She's sleeping so peacefully. She has school tomorrow, and she looks forward to it what a good girl.