This happened about a year ago, and it still haunts me: Near my school is a graveyard where my friend Megan and I decided to spend an afternoon. We noticed a tiny grave between two trees and saw that it was for a little girl named Heather. She was only eight when she died, and my friend and I were talking about how sad it seemed. Just then, we heard a scream--an unworldly shriek--coming from behind us. We jumped around, but nothing was there! It was very creepy, and as we were leaving we looked back at her grave. I swear to god we saw her there, a faint shadow next to her tombstone.

Nell, Maine