Write a story about a dark and scary night.
The night was unyieldingly dark and the winds bitingly cold. Suddenly I heard the sound of drums. The rhythm was eerie and struck incomprehensible fear into my heart. I stopped crying and looked up at the casket. I froze, why was there noise coming from there? I looked around at all the others but no one noticed any sound coming from the coffin. I pushed through people to get closer and assure myself I wasn���t imagining any noise. The closer I walked the louder the noise got.
  I wanted to do something. They could have been alive! More and more people finish saying their goodbyes. Soon they would lower the coffin. Without a second thought, I jolt out of the crowd and I stand right next to the casket, I now feel everyone's eyes staring at me. It was too late to turn back, either I get embarrassed for life or I save someone from getting buried alive. I reach for the casket but suddenly I see someone appear right on the top of it.
  ���Hello��� uttered the strange person. The voice sounded as if nails on the chalkboard could speak. I take a step back and take a good look at her. They seem to be floating a tiny bit off of the casket like a���. 
  ���GHOST!!!!��� I screamed. I clasp my hands around my mouth. I start running with my head down, I don���t want to see everyone's reactions. It���s so hard to see in the dark but I just keep on running. I trip over a stick that was laying in the middle of the path. I���m glad I���m far enough from the funeral now that no one could see me fall. 
  I look up just to see the ghost barely one foot away from me with a grin on her face. Have they been following me this whole time? I rub my eyes hoping they wouldn���t be there anymore once I open them again. 
  ���Did you like my drum solo?��� questioned the ghost. I looked at her hands to see she had drumsticks in her hand. 
  ���No way,��� I responded. I didn���t know much about the girl whose funeral it was but one thing I knew was that she loved to drum and that her name was Callie.
  ���Is your name Callie?��� I asked
  ���Bingo,��� she replied. We sit in silence for a moment.
  ���Sucks having to watch your own funeral��� She brings up to stop the silence. I chuckle uncomfortably, that's not something I could relate to. 
  ���Why can I see you?��� I burst out of curiosity. 
  ���It���s kind of like that one wedding tradition where they toss the flower bouquet out into the crowd and whoever catches it gets married next. Except if you see a ghost at a funeral it means you are next to die.��� She shrugs. 
  ���Oh,��� I say, processing what she just said. Then it hits me. Literally. A tree hits me and it was fatal.