A women around the age of thirty, sat on the swing set all alone. She donned a business-like dress and high heels, and had her brown hair tied up into a neat ponytail. Tears streamed down her face onto the tanbark her feet were kicking. She had had a bad day at work, her boss had hollered at her all day long, and she couldn’t take it any longer. She had nowhere else to go, so she came to this nearby park. Suddenly, the women heard a rustle in the dead thorns behind her. But when she turned, all she saw was dead trees, which she could barely make out in the lamp light. It was nighttime. The trees looked like people. She felt as if something wasn’t right. She rose from the swing and stepped toward the tree to get a closer look. The women peeked through  the bushes, certain she’d seen something, and determined to find out what it was. She heard footsteps. They were coming closer.  She saw a man, as pale as a ghost. Wait, something was wrong. The man wasn’t as pale as ghost. He was a ghost. The women, was frozen in fear, her mouth wouldn’t open to scream. The ghost simply put his hand through the women’s body, without a flinch. She couldn’t open her mouth to scream for help, as her eyes screamed astonishment at first, then quickly snapped into a cloud of fear. The ghost put his finger to his mouth, to tell her to stay quiet, as he led her to a hidden portion of the park. The women followed the ghost in fear of what would happen if she hadn’t. To her surprise, the more she followed the host, the prettier the plants became. They used to be just dead, leafless trees, but now willow trees hang over her head, as if to welcome her. The women followed the man into an empty meadow. At first, there was nothing. Little spots danced in her eyes. One by one, the became more distinct. There was a whole community of ghost, just floating around under the eyes of civilization! She danced. She sung.  She laughed all night long, as the troubles she’d faced just hours ago melted away from her. The women couldn’t touch the ghosts, but she knew they were connected, she had to be with them. She walked to the original ghost she’d met. “I’m ready,” she whispered. The ghost simply nodded, as she turned into a mist herself. Then, she became a ghost herself.