It's only a short walk before she comes to a stop again. "Well, I hope you're ready for a grand finale," she says. "We're about to reach the best part of the whole tour."
"Which part's that?" you ask, coming to a halt as Michelle stops outside a large wooden door. Set in the wood is a brass panel that reads, "MICHELLE'S ROOM." Underneath, on a piece of paper taped to the door, some scrawled writing reads, "May She Rest In Peace."
"The end," Michelle says, pushing the door open. "Come in. Leave any torches or pitchforks you might have about your person outside, if it's not too much trouble."
Enter Michelle's Room
The room is small but well-furnished. Like the entrance hall, the room's light comes from an old-fashioned gas lamp. You weren't paying enough attention when you first entered, but you could have sworn that the lamp had turned on when Michelle opened the door.
The zombie waves a hand at an armchair. "Have a seat," she says. "You're next door to me, so I thought I should be neighborly."
"Thanks," you say, sinking into the chair, which practically envelops you as you do so. Michelle sits down on the bed, her golden eyes watching you.
"So," she says, "how were things at your last school? How did you spend your day? And don't say 'in class'; try to make a good impression on me."