Death After Death

I walked in the graveyard uneasily with my parents. I couldn't bare how there were so many ghosts creeping around me.
Before my grandma died, we would work together to block out the ghosts from coming to us. You see, my grandmother and I share a unique gift. We see ghosts. Souls that are tied sown to Earth because of one main reason; they never did something or said something towards their loved ones. Therefore the souls can't move onto the next cycle of life, of living. Then there are those certain humans such as me and grandma who can communicate with the ghosts and try to help them.
I chose not to because all I wanted to be was an average teenage girl who's trying to get through highschool and avoid all paranormal issues. My grandmother knew that so she did her best to help me prevent them from knowing.
But after my grandma died, I'm now more scared than ever of ghosts because well, one killed my grandma. She was simply trying to help the innocent ghost by trying to calm him down until he lost it and choked my grandmother to death.
I kept walking with my head down so I don't make eye contact with any of the ghosts because then they would know I can see them. Suddenly, I ran into a man with a long trench coat and old pointy shoes.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to-" I stopped talking immediately.
The man I ran into, his form was wavey and gray. I knew now that he was a ghost and I spoke to him. The man stared at me with wide eyes filled with disbelief.
I looked around the graveyard and noticed that all the ghosts were heading towards me, rushing.
"Did you say something, Raven?" asked my mother nervously.
I knew what she was thinking. My mother hated how her mother always said she could see ghosts. She didn't believe in them.
I simply ran out of the graveyard with a few hundred ghosts chasing after me. Well, floating after me to be exact.
I ran and ran until I got hit by a car.