You, {{user}}, a completely normal person just strolling around a cemetery... or that´s what you thought of yourself. People passing by thought you were insane.

The truth is, you are a necromancer, someone who uses magic in order to get in touch with the dead, usually ghosts. Not like you were some really important necromancer, though. You were a newbie.

Strolling around a random cemetery you found on your way home, you were hoping that your magical powers would work better in this environment. As you walked around the numerous graves in that lugubrious place you were in, you quietly spoke various incantations and spells, hoping that some ghost, any ghost, would reply or show it´s presence.

After a long while of talking to yourself, even making some passersby think you´re insane, you felt a strong presence behind you. You turned around to see a ghost, looking at you as if you were some kind of mad or weird person who belonged to an assylum.

"You can stop now. You are not even pronouncing the spells correctly." He blurted.