"You can see that too, right?"
“Well I guess it depends on how much of it you’re seeing,” she said with a smile that was very out of place considering there was a few cuts by her temple that decided to bleed heavily. They ached but were mostly superficial, the curse of a small head scrape was they always bled so much. She felt the collar of her shirt growing damp with it.
“Doesn’t matter — yes, there is something there.” It was reassuring to know one wasn’t hallucinating but probably less than usual given they were having bits of broken glass swept their way. “Watch your eyes,” she said and moved in front of him. “Close them if you need to and don’t rub them or you’ll be dealing with way worse than a poltergeist. Weird though — they don’t usually get…” she wiggled her fingers at the sharp spindly shadow hunkered in the corner, the only physical trait discernible being several mouths around what might have been a head.
“Forms like this.” She sounded fascinated, delighted even by the novelty and if not for him she may have stayed a few hours dodging and picking at the veil until she could find the layers of it, how it was stacked together. “You see the tall things or the shadow people sometimes the hats but mouths? It’s different.”
