You were sitting in front of your grandma's grave. You had flowers in your hands, you missed her. Suddenly a cold breeze made you shiver.

Weird you thought, the sun was there, only a few clouds were covering it. You freezed as you heard your name being whispered in your ear.

A woman appeared beside you. She looked pretty, her dark curls were tied up in a ponytail.

"I'm sorry about your grandma" She spoke, while looking at the grave. She looked transparent.