For the first time in a while, Jessica felt like she was something approaching normal - someone having a chat with her friend in a picnic. And for her, at least, even lapsing into conversation about ghosts and spirits felt like something out of her childhood. Kids are strange, after all, and it wasn't as if her friends hadn't been as interested in those kinds of things as she was.
Despite herself, she smiled, finishing off the single sandwich and grabbing a second. "Kind of."
"They're like - well, ghosts are usually wrapped to something. Something stopping them from moving on, something... really important, that they don't want to leave." She pauses for a moment, shaking her head and sighing. "And until they reach some acceptance about it, they just... stay. It's how hauntings start. They're start by wanting something, but by the end of it..." She shrugged, once.
"So, they're not entirely like us." Her face split into the familiar, almost deathly grin. "We always make the effort to get better."