It was probably sometime near the end of the day. Or the early beginning. I wasn't too sure.
I saw four people holding hands, chanting something inaudible. It was the stupidest thing I'd ever seen, and it made me angry. There was no respect for the dead now, was there?
Either way, I walked into the circle and smiled. "Did you feel that?" One of the girls, with a Scottish accent, asked as she shivered. "Felt like a storm, that did."
"Can you hear me?" The other girl asked. She looked where I was standing and then looked somewhere else. "Where is it?"
"What, you expected to see me? Sorry, darling, but this is more of a say-and-hear kind of thing." I laughed. The girls looked at each other wide-eyed.
"What do we need to do to see you?" One of the girls, the one with the Scottish accent, asked.
"Your death." I snapped. "Goodbye, darlings."