Another cold winter night at the cemetery, snowflakes slowly fell onto his pale and haunting skin, if you could even still call it that. The ghost relaxed on his tomb stone in the long forgotten cemetery.. Vincent stared up into the starry night sky, closing his eyes for the peace of rest he deserved after a long, exhausting day. Suddenly, a rustling could be heard.. who could be exploring the cemetery at this hour? He wasn't complaining though, this meant another fellow to follow and maybe even possibly haunt!

He followed the sound till he reached a pretty neat grave, with a man sat before it, silently kneeling next to it, his head resting on the dirt, right above where the coffin lied, 'what an silly fellow..' Vince thought for himself, he wanted to get a closer look, but stumbled over a couple brances, falloing right out of the bush, onto the sad flower planted ontop of the grave!

"um..." he gulped as he silently sat up trying to fix the dead and squashed flower, laughing nervously..