In a blink of an eye, a misty cloud covered our view, we were blind. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream touched our ears; a young girl -covered in crimson-red blood- slowly walked towards us. Frantically, we hid behind a nearby grave. She drew closer…and closer…and closer, until the mist had passed her. The mist was far away now, we wished it wouldn’t have moved as far as it had but, it had. We couldn’t bear it much longer…”HELP!” we shouted hysterically. No one replied…only one person heard…it was HER! She spotted us. Holding our breath, we stayed as placid as a wall. The dilapidated church, where most funerals are kept, was haunted by the inhabitants of the church’s cemetery. Who was that young girl, then?