“Kelly,” she heard a familiar voice say. She opened her eyes and frantically looked around but didn’t see anyone. Then, she heard the voice behind her.
“Kelly?” She slowly turned around and gasped.
“It hasn’t been that long since we’ve seen each other, has it?” Leena asked. Kelly blinked. She had to be seeing things. But here was a soaking wet Leena Davidson standing before her with brown hair clinging to her body. She still appeared to be very thin but her jeans and sequined blouse (although wet) looked as if it had been tailored to fit her body.
Kelly could feel herself taking a step back. She’d never believed in ghosts before and couldn’t believe that she was actually seeing her dead sister. “But you can’t be here.” For a moment, she looked away from Leena and then turned to look at her again and took another step back. “You’re supposed to be in the ground.” She shuddered. “All dead people are supposed to be in the ground.”