The Stranger - Short stories

Graveyard

I was going to my grandmother's grave to see her, it was the first time I came since we buried her six months ago, and I saw a gravestone in a pitiful state and decided to clean it after I went to my grandmother's. I had to come back to my place to take some soap, a sponge and some water.
When it started to get easier to see the name I felt like a hand on my shoulder as if the person was thanking me.
I did some research about this person and they were known for having helped on one of the biggest discoveries of his time.
I came back a few times afterwards to check if some people came to their graveyard to know more about them but no one seemed to come. There was no one there when I was there and there were no flowers on their grave. I decided to go to the city hall to know if they have a family and they told me that they didn't have children and no more siblings alive, they apparently never got married or had someone in their life.
After that I decided to bring them flowers while bringing some to my grandma. I felt a kind of warmness in my heart when I put them at their grave.
Since I felt a presence with me all the time; it didn't feel bad, this presence felt protective towards me.
I called a friend who was able to see and speak to ghosts because my instinct told me it was a ghost, their ghost. She proved to me that I was right, she told me that they remained with me because I was respectful towards them and they were alone for so long that it was nice for them to feel appreciated even though they can't communicate with me.

I let them remain with me because they didn't annoy me at all but at the beginning I wasn't sure if they were telling the truth and my friend told me that it was alright because she didn't feel a change.

They became friends and they remained by my side even after I passed. Since the day I died we can fully communicate without issue.