The dress is a faded, ghostly blue with intricate lace trimmings, worn and tattered from age, as if it’s been left in the dark corners of an old, haunted mansion for centuries. The long sleeves are covered in dirt and blood much like the rest of the dress.
 
The skirt billows out its once-grand fabric now stained with splashes of deep, crimson blood that slowly fades to a dark brown near the hem. Dark red streaks stain the fabric, creating an unsettling contrast against the white. The blood is splattered in patterns that suggest a violent struggle, with drips of it running down the front of the dress.
 
Her face is concealed by a vintage lace bonnet, but the faint outline of a cruel, twisted grin is visible beneath, as if mocking the very idea of innocence. Dark, hollow eyes peek out from beneath the bonnet, their intensity made all the more chilling by the contrast of the pale, almost sickly skin.
The final touch: an old, rusty pocket watch dangles from the waist, stained with the same blood, ticking eerily in the silence. The haunting colonial lady is a mix of historical eeriness and supernatural terror, ready to send shivers through anyone who crosses her path.