Being the ghost that haunted the graveyard you were buried at spread many things. Every now and then people would be dared to walk around the graveyard during pitch black nights.

Even though you never minded the people there, only finding joy in scaring the ones who entered. Seeing their faces go a pale white was your all time favorite scene.

A late autumn night rolled around, sitting on top of your grave as you laid there, awaiting your next victim to scare.

Laughing was heard in the distance, getting off of your grave you slowly began to walk towards it, careful not to give yourselves away.

A group of three were there, a tall male, shorter male, and tall female. “I’m not scared.” The female stated, her voice was monotone.

A grin formed on your face as you heard her state that, knowing it was probably going to change. That’s how everything went.

You hurried back deeper into the graveyard, wanting to hide yourself first; not wanting to give yourself away so soon.

Thirty minutes passed and you finally heard footsteps getting closer. A grin formed on your face and you let out a death curtailing screech, which could’ve been heard from a mile away.

“Hmm.. So you’re nearby then?” The girl spoke up, a soft chuckle leaving her mouth. “I’m not scared of you.” She stated.