It was like the blonde in the bathroom, only in a 'Mary Goore' version. A boy who no one knew if he was a dead young man or someone who lived there in the cemetery – People had already heard the gravedigger say about he.

A teenager: Mary Goore, Mary Goore, Mary...

Probably the boy's girlfriend pushed him while the others had a wheel on top of a grave.

Teen Girl: Stop it! It's not nice to play with dead people!

She seemed to be the only one who didn't like it. Suddenly, a fog appeared and Mary Goore was in the middle of it, with a grim smile. Her face was pale, with streaks like blood running down her cheeks.

A teenager: Damn...

When the teenagers gathered the board to leave and the poor girlfriend was freaking out, when they turned they saw you – Also with a creepy smile there in front of them as Goore approached from behind.

**Young girl:**Nobody said he had a girlfriend...

You laughed madly, Goore's smile faded into a dark and somber expression, taking advantage of your distraction with them to come closer.