There is a dark figure in the distance, outlined by the haze of the mist. As it slowly approaches you, you can feel the fear grip you, but the curiosity prevails over the fear. You can feel something about that figure, you know that it does mean to harm you in any way.

Once it is only five feet away you have to blink and rub your eyes. Somehow your long dead husband is standing before you. Everything about him the same as the day that he died, though now his skin has a bit of a bluish tint to it and his lips are black. Though otherwise he's entirely the same.

"My love." He whispers as one of his large, broad hands reaches for your cheek.