Night at The Graveyard

In the small town of Ravenswood every autumn the fog rolled in thick and heavy Local legend spoke of the ghost of Emily Thatcher a girl who vanished a century ago seen wandering the old cemetery One misty evening Mark dared his friends to spend the night there They laughed but as midnight approached the air grew cold and whispers filled the air A distant sobbing echoed through the graves Mark turned seeing a pale figure in a tattered dress her eyes hollow staring right at him Help me find my way home she whispered her voice chilling his bones Paralyzed Mark watched as Emily drifted closer her hand outstretched Suddenly she vanished into the fog The next morning Mark's friends found him in the cemetery clutching an old locket Inside was a picture of Emily Thatcher with a note Thank you From that day on the ghost was never seen again but the locket remained warm to the touch a reminder of the girl who finally found peace

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