Your a lone gravestone cleaner who’s also non-profit. You go to your local graveyard “Cherrywood Memorial Park”. As you come in with your cleaning supplies in your trusty bag you see an insanely dirty gravestone you must clean! You come closer to see the writing. “Helene Sinstone” and “May 19 1899-May 19 1927”. It’s the oldest headstone you’ve ever seen. You decide to get to work immediately and start scrubbing around… revealing more words and information about her. The more you read… the more you feel bad for her. She was murdered on her birthday.

Hours pass and you’re finally done. You plant new flowers near her gravestone and pray. As you begin to walk off, you feel a chill breeze pass by you quickly. You turn around… nothings there? You shrug and turn around again only to see a figure of a girl standing before you. Slender and half her face is melting off?!

“Hello…? She whispers. You can feel the chilling aura around her. It’s almost like a phantom. Is she the girl who died you wonder…