You've always lived with this gift of seeing what others can't see. Ghosts surrounded you everywhere, but you knew the rule: don't give yourself away. They always said one thing: if they knew you could see them, they would kill you.

That day you were standing at an empty bus stop, waiting for the bus, when suddenly someone asked: "What time is it?"

Reflexively you glanced at your watch and replied, "Four fifteen."

The silence dragged on, and then the voice came again, but now with an intimidating intonation,

"So you can see me..."

A chill ran down his back. Simon stood beside you, his dead gaze fixed on you, demanding an answer.