My lunch had been sitting to the side, getting cold while she told her story. I asked her what happened next, and she insisted we eat and talk before hers was cold as well. While we ate she said that she researched seeing people in pictures that weren’t visible to others. A few esoteric books mentioned something to that extent, but only one gave it a name: “true sight”. According to the book, people who had seen a ghost first hand would be able to see them in pictures or film, even if they couldn’t see them at the time it was being captured. Spirits rarely appeared to people, she explained, and the vast majority of reported sightings were just “echoes” of the deceased. These echoes show spirits re-enacting an event, like walking down a hallway every night at a specific time. Seeing an actual spirit is more life altering. They are reportedly unresponsive but intelligent, sometimes acting confused. She conjectured that they weren’t aware that they died, and they were moving through the world just as they would have while living. They were “true” spirits, thus seeing them granted “true sight”. 
I sat back and took it all in. The skeptic in me was still strong, but the facade was cracking more and more the longer she spoke. She finished and I stared down at the pictures on the table. I had never been more unsure of a thing before that very moment. I asked her if she saw them everywhere, and she said yes. Not in person, but in pictures, or occasionally a movie. She discovered that she would get a cold feeling once in a while when looking at something, and learned to take pictures of those things after trying on a whim and seeing a silhouette that wasn’t there. Movies were surprising, as they weren’t prefaced with a feeling so she couldn’t be sure what she would see. There were only two so far, an old western called “The Range” and a comedy called “Mr. Lucky”. She smiled and said that she had stopped watching horror movies, of course.
She told me she was leaving for Europe in a week, and that she would be gone for an indeterminate amount of time. There were places that she wanted to visit, where she could use her gift. It was impossible to prove, since she was the only one she knew that had the true sight, so this trip would be just for her. I asked her what her plans were once she finished her itinerary, and she shrugged. She said that she would go wherever she felt like she needed to in order to get more spirits on film. Her lease would be up and she had a buyer for her car already; she wasn’t exactly planning for a return trip. I envied her freedom, to drop all responsibility and chase ghosts around the world. 
We finished our lunch and packed our things, and we walked outside. I wished her luck, and expressed my jealousy of her sight-seeing. We shared a laugh and she started towards her car. I turned to mine, but quickly turned back to her. I called out “hey”, and she stopped at her door. “Why did you tell me all this?” I asked. 
She exhaled and gave a small smile. “Because,” she said “when we were talking at the party I looked at you and felt a familiar cold. I thought you should know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked. 
“Would you have believed me?” she answered. With that she got in her car, and she drove away.