I stared at the woman. Wondering how. How can she see me.
"Sweetie, many ghosts can see others. Only if they were associated with each other before."
I looked at her weirdly.
"Ugh! Come sit here." She patted the spot next to her on the bench.
"I can't. I'll fall through."
"You didn't "fall" through the earth did you? Come and sit."
I sat by her. My eyes studied her characteristics. Her face was a forest of wisdom. Her hands, callused from the hard work she had gone through. Her hair tossed and tattered from a fast clicking clock. Her eyes, droopy, yet loving from late nights with family.
"Well, since you said that ghosts can see each other based on their past experiences with the other individual. Who are you to me?"
The elder looked at me surprised, but her eyes softened and a cackle-snort-like-laugh came rippling out of her soft lips.
"Well girly. I don't know myself as to why I can see you, but I think you do."