The Ghost Of The Graveyard

Hello!

I wrote a little piece to go with this picture I found.

*Warning: a little creepy!*

Hello there.

I'm Belle. I sort of live at a cemetery. Only... I don't exactly "live" here, because I'm dead. I'm kind of a ghost. Don't worry though, I'm not as bad as some of the other ghosts. I died when I was 13, now I just watch those who come and go here, and occasionally I'll straighten the flowers on the graves. I sit in a tree above the place where I was buried, and count the people and cars passing by. I don't mean to scare you, but that feeling you get that someone is watching you when you're alone is probably me, or another ghost. I'm waiting for my moment, because there's something I need to handle here on Earth. Only... I don't know what it is. I was very unlucky to become a ghost. It's really boring. I can't wait to find out what I'm supposed to do.

I hope I didn't scare you too much...