The Story of a Ghost Story

My friends May, Shell and Nadi met back in college but live in separate towns. It was around 10 p.m. when we all smell something like a lit-up candle. We can't find any logic as to what happened or where it came from. The next day while walking a strong smell of flowers filled the air. This doesn't stop us from retelling ghost stories to each other. And I don't think I'll be going camping for quite a long time.