One night, I was walking back home from a party when I realized that I could take a shortcut through the graveyard. Being young and dumb, I picked my way through the grey grave stones, undergrowth brushing up to my knees. I heard a sudden rustling in the bushes nearby that sent a chill down my spine. I looked around, hoping to find another human. But instead it was just a fox looking for food. I continued on through the graveyard, hoping to find my way out soon. The next time I heard a noise, I saw a misty human figure staring at me. Her eyes were filled with anger and she seemed to be holding a knife. The mist began to advance towards me, passing through trees as if nothing was there. What I was looking at was an actual ghost. Fear began to fill me causing me to worry about the knife in her possession. Would she kill me? Would she hurt me? Fear finally controlled me from head to toe and I ran and ran. I ran for years on end, but could never reach the end. I knew I must give up. I collapsed onto the ground allowing for my soul to pass. The ghost has now taken my body and I am the new ghost. My job is to find a victim to replace me.
