The redhead looked up at the sky observing. The dark clouds with a harsh ray of sun trying to poke through. Jaime wasn't stupid, but carrying a folded umbrella didn't mean that she was silly. Sometimes she'd carry an umbrella just to protect her pale skin. The problem with being a redhead was, it was guaranteed that you had pale skin and would burn easy.
'No, but it's going to rain. I checked the weather before leaving the hotel,' she replied with a smile.
Her next sentence was stopped before it even left her throat as a pale figure floated near by. Under her breath she tried the, 'I don't see you...I can't hear you...you don't see me' mantra, hoping that the ghost would ignore her. She was sure that if the hotel was as ghost infested as she heard it was, then she'd prepare for a long night as they harassed her in her room.
It wasn't that all ghosts were pesky, some just seemed to float around in this world with no one to talk to. Of course there was that great beyond place, which Jaime was vaguely aware of and it was more like a life or world for the ghosts. Necromancers like herself were rare because most television spiritualists were quacks...ok, more like 99% of them. A true necromancer saw ghosts and heard them, but it took its toll on their mental health.