We went back to the room with the florescent hum and the bugs which kept me company. I turned on the monitor to cycle through the feed.

"There!" Radhika pointed at the hazy figure on the screen as it walked towards the cemetery.

My blood ran cold.

"Are you sure it's her? How can you tell?"

"I don't know. But I know it's her."

"Ok. Stay here." I told her.

I had not not rewound the footage. It was live. The figure she pointed to was heading into the cemetery at that moment.

"Why should I stay?"

"Umm, so the scary ghosts won't bother you. I'll go check your gravestone out. See if it's been tampered with."

"Tampered?"

"To see if she messed around with it."

"Oh, ok. I'll stay." She said, sitting on my chair.

I changed the monitor feed to show footage from three days ago before heading out. She did not need to know her killer was here again. And that I was about to face her.

I opened the door of the dingy office, ignoring the ghosts that had hoped to catch me off guard completely, and headed to the cemetery.

And then had an idea.

I headed back to the ghosts before they wandered away.

"I know someone else you can scare." I said.

They looked at me, quizzically.

I continued, "I know sometimes, when the conditions are right, the living can see you as well. Like how I can see you."

One of them tilted their heads, a jerky motion that would have startled me because of how unnatural it was. But their unnatural tendencies were something I was very used to.

"Will those conditions be right tonight?" I asked.

The continued staring, more expectantly.

"There's a woman. A killer, potentially. She's here in the cemetery tonight." I started, and the ghost that had pointed to me with unhinged jaws earlier pointed at the direction of the woman who was entering the cemetery.

"Yes! Her. Well. I am going to go talk to her. And if things seem to take a turn for the worst, I want you all to come in. Scare her. Terrify her to the point she'll never set foot here again."

They continued staring, their ghostly faces impassive.

"Right. Wish me luck." I said to no one of them in particular before walking towards Radhika's gravestone.

The woman had just arrived, and was standing over the gravestone looking down at it. Her back was to me, and my heart was pounding faster than it had ever done in my life.

This was a bizarre predicament for me to put myself in.

But it was not fair to Radhika that her killer was here. At her final resting place, perversing the place with her presence. Not to mention the effect she being her would have on a child.

I happened to be someone who could do something about it. And I would.

"Excuse me." I called, and she jumped, turning to face me, wide-eyed and gasping.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm the caretaker. Sorry to startle you, but the automatic sprinklers usually go off at this time. Thought you ought to know." I lied.

"Huh? Oh."

"Was she your relative?" I asked, looking down at the gravestone.

"Huh, no. She... No, she wasn't."

"How'd she pass, if you don't mind me asking? I don't recall seeing anyone coming to her grave before."

She stared at me, as if sizing me up. My muscles started tensing.

"She... I... I killed her." She said, and I took a step back. I was expecting lies.

"Wh-what?"

"I was twelve. She was my neighbour. I... I don't know. I keep playing that scene over and over in my head. It's... I can't. I'm sorry." She started walking away, leaving me thoroughly confused.

I saw the shapes in the trees watching her movement. I shook my head at them, before running up to catch up with her.

"Hey, what do you mean?" I asked.

"Where do you get off? Mind your own goddamn business."

"Where do I get off? You just admitted to murder."

"Yeah, and I did my time for that. For more than a decade. I thought coming here would give me... Something. I don't know. This was a mistake. I came here yesterday, but wussed out. I came here today, and you decided to come talk to me. I don't know what I wanted to accomplish. I don't know what I thought this would accomplish."

"Why don't you talk to me about it."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Talking about things helps. And so you won't have to leave feeling like this didn't accomplish anything."

She stared at me, again.

"I'll pass," She said, walking away, "and next time, don't come up behind people like that."

I mentally slapped myself. I was not the best at social situations. There was a reason I worked the night shift and wanted to be with the company of the dead.

"You strangled her to death. Why?" I called.

That stopped her on her tracks.

"How do you know that?"

"I... Read the papers involving her death."

"No. You've been acting weird since the moment I met you. How do you know that and what the fuck do you want from me?" She turned to face me.

"Was it... Were you both playing? Did you take it too far?"

"Seriously, why do you care?"

"I want to understand how it happened."

"Why? Again, why do you care?"

"Because I don't want you to be here. At Radhika's final resting spot, tainting it with your presence. If you want to—"

"Who are you? Are you related to her?"

"No. But... She... It doesn't matter."

[Will continue later]