Nothing I can remember if I did. I've always seen things. Creatures. Spirits.

[ He's got more ghosts than just his mum. Just none he cares to admit to her at that moment. ]

Well, they all sound like a bunch of sorry bastards if you ask me.

[ He looks down, absently flicking at some dirt on his hand. ]

Could be. Lots of old things like that are just stories now. Fairy stories told to scare little kids and the like. Keep the bulk of humanity hiding near the firelight and out of the darkness.