Jennine's eyes had turned back to hazel eyes, and Beth wasn't sure if she was seeing a ghost. There was no way Jennine could be alive! The small girl had died when she and Madeline were small, and there was no way she could have grown this old! But at the same time, her memory brought in not only the dead girl but also her sister who had her hands covered in blood.
"I was hoping you would come to meet me at my grave, but you forgot me, Beth. I was your dear friend, wasn't I?" asked the woman. Even though the weather was cold, Beth could feel sweat forming on her back out of nervousness. She could feel her head harshly squeezing itself because of the overwhelming memories.
"Y-you cannot be alive," Beth didn't believe in ghosts. Was she being haunted out of nowhere? And was she imagining things?
