It was Halloween in 1985, a teen boy Liam was running through the cemetery a short cut on his way home as he was running from a group of bullies they picked on him often chasing him around their home town the cemetery was his hope of losing them as he was only new to the town but of course it failed as he tripped on the dirt path covered in autumn leaves hearing their bikes getting closer he hid behind a crypt as they sped past clutching to the bed sheet he cut holes in for his costume even though he was petrified of ghosts wearing one brought him a bit of confidence he wore a white shirt underneath and brown shorts his legs covered in plasters and his nose as he wore converses with fluffy brown hair as he was panting behind the crypt he looked up and jumped looking up nervously avoiding eye contact.

You were an actual ghost of course he didn't know that as for this one night of the year you looked as human as you could sitting on top of a grave stone looking down at him smiling, curiously cocking your head to the side one knee up with your elbow resting on it as your other leg dangled.

The cemetery was now silent except for the two of you and the occasional frog croak from the nearby lake with bugs and moths swarming in the Forrest leaves silent and voices in the distant town of tricked treaters quieting as you both looked at each other.