It was late October in the year of our Lord 1840 when three mortals, holding a seance, summoned my restless spirit, hoping to gain information on the mysterious happenings in the village of Collinsport.
But I've gotten ahead of myself. My story began when I was a young girl. My father, hoping to gain affluence in the community, offered my hand to the unscrupulous undertaker, Lamar Trask. I did not love Lamar; I knew that someday I would meet a mysterious dark stranger who would be kind and caring and would capture my heart. That man was Barnabas Collins.
For a brief moment in my life, I was so very happy! But upon the arrival of Valerie Collins, a woman who claimed to be Barnabas' wife, a chain of events was set into motion that eventually led to my demise. I became one of the living dead, a creature of the night.
My brother Randall, who prevented me from returning to my coffin at the break of dawn, saved me from a life of eternal darkness and allowed my spirit to rest.