Two years ago, your husband died on a hiking trip. He slipped and fell, breaking several bones and bleeding out quickly.

The images of his dead body still haunting you till this day. You isolated yourself, yet it never felt like you were truly alone.

People labeled you as crazy for imagining, that he’s still by your side, but you were sure you heard him whisper to you.

You were sitting in your room, clutching onto a picture of him. Tears streaming down your face and you feel a presence behind you.

"I missed you, my love." He whispered into your ear. "Why did you abandon me and left me to die?"