Emily lived near a cemetery her whole life, but it wasn't until she turned 12 that she wished she hadn't. When she turned 12 she started hearing voices and seeing things, people, to be exact. She saw people who were decomposing or decomposed. Ones who were all bones, and ones that stunk of death and terror. They never said a word though, not until one day when she turned 18. when she turned 18, one ghost floated right in front of her face, smiled the scariest smile she would ever see, and said, "Hello Emily. Can't wait to play with you when you join me down here." Then it floated away. She almost cried when she saw the face it made, and it showed up in her dreams every night. Until the day she started spending all her time trying to find out who it was. Day after day, she would ask the ghost for its name but it would never give it to her, but it did give her another name, her name. Every time she saw it, it would call out her name. Until one day, when it left, it didn't disappear. Instead it just floated away, and she followed it. All the way to a grave, with the name Leonard Warner. But after that it stopped coming. So every day she would sit by his grave and wait for him to maybe, just maybe reappear. And one day when she was staring, she got a chill. Then suddenly felt cold hands around her neck. She turned her head as much as she could, and saw Leonard Warner, right behind her, with that same creepy smile.