I Don't Believe in Ghosts Unless I See One

Luke was at university in Portsmouth doing cultural studies eight hours a week. His friend Greg and he were walking back to their house on Victoria Road South. It was a mild night around 10.30pm but the street was well lit. Suddenly Greg yelled out, it was so instant and alarming that it made me jump too. I found myself looking right into the face of an old lady. Her face was so close to mine, it was as if her head was just behind my own shoulder. We had grey hair, a very dark and wrinkled face and was wearing a red full length dress.