As I was walking towards the grave, I read the curly name : Florence Gills. My face dropped with shock. I looked at the writing underneath my name it read : your next. I ran back home screaming, I was terrified, truly terrified. I looked left then right but I couldn't see the gate leading back into my street. Slowly, the sky got darker. A ghost approached me with a frightening smile. "Why hello!" He whispered stroking my cheek. "I'm not afraid" I said even though I was. A tear rolled down my cheek. I was crying. Crying blood. Was I really...dead? To this day, I'm still standing there, crying blood.