text: Kayla Johnson and Ashley Hawkins hearts were racing as they packed their bags for their sleepover. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson believed that the girls were staying with Claire Mitchell, which was not the case. They were going to be spending the night at a graveyard, not just any graveyard either. It was the graveyard where Amber Blakely's ghost was said to roam. It was six of them: Kayla Johnson, Ashley Hawkins, Claire Mitchell, Xander Mitchell, Hexicah Pittman, and Nehemiah Reynolds. The group of friends wanted to test this myth to see if it was real or not. ******* On the way to the graveyard, everyone was walking in pairs, about three feet in between each one of them. "I'm actually kind of scared," Claire expressed to Hexicah. "Ain't you like the adventurous one?," Hexicah asked her. "At first Ashley was the crybaby now you are." "Just stop talking to me," Claire said suddenly annoyed. And why was Hexicah suddenly bringing up Ashley so frequently? Last time she checked, they couldn't stand each other. "Miah?," Ashley asked to get his attention. "What?," he asked giving her all of his attention. "Can you stay with me the whole time?," Ashley asked him. "Of course I will," Nehemiah told her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Any specific reason?" "I just don't feel comfortable," Ashley replied looking at Hexicah before looking back down when she realized both he and Claire were looking at her. "Did he do something to you?," Nehemiah questioned her. "Can we talk about it another time?," Ashley inquired. Nehemiah nodded and they moved on to a happier topic. "So when are we going to tell them about us?," Kayla asked. "As soon as you're ready," Xander replied. "I think I am," Kayla told him. "I just told my friends that I'm never going to be with you, now look at us." "You're worried that they're going to judge you?," Xander questioned with raised eyebrows. "This is my sister and Ashley we're talking about. To be honest, I think Ashley knows already." "Me too," Kayla laughed. "I see y'all back there boo'd up," Ashley told them. "And yes, I took a picture." "So we're sleeping right beside her grave?," Nehemiah asked once they arrived at the graveyard, The Cursed Cemetery. "I think," Ashley replied, "but I'm scared." "Just stay by me," Nehemiah told her. "Look at the cute wittle couple," Kayla cooed. Ashley blushed while rolling her eyes and walked off with Nehemiah. "Still not cuter than us," Xander stuck us tongue out at the pair before giving Kayla a peck on the lips. "Okay so it will be two people per tent," Claire said. "Everybody better hurry up and partner up." Quickly, everyone partnered up. Nehemiah and Ashley, Hexicah and Claire, Xander and Kayla. They began building a fire and toasting marshmallows. Everything was going very well for the group until about half past midnight. I'm comiiinng. Soon, scratching noises could be heard from the general direction of the grave where Amber Blakely lay. Almost ten minutes later, the noises stopped. Suddenly, a black figure could be seen in the distant shadows. This surprised the group of teens as they knew Amber Blakely was a white woman. They expected to see a pale person, if anything. Upon knowing this, they originated a plan to see if this was really the ghost of Amber Blakely or not. "Amber!," Claire yelled out. The shadowy figure slowly began to turn making Claire run away. If it was really Amber, she would not chase after Claire as she only chased after homophobic people. If it wasn't Amber, they had a trap set up. Not only that but she also didn't respond to her name. She only responded to Mrs. Blakely. Claire hid and the ghost began looking for her. Except the ghost was met by the drop of a net. Immediately, the three boys went to tie down the net which trapped the false ghost inside. Pulling off the hoodie the "ghost" had on, it was revealed that the ghost was none other than the biggest bully at their school, Brad Chapman. "Brad, you've got a lot of explaining to do," Ashley said crossing her arms. "I ain't telling you jack," he spat. "You ain't going nowhere either," Kayla retorted. They waited for a moment but he said nothing. "Alright, time to go!," Claire said brightly. "Okay okay," he mumbled. "I'm related to Amber and all people keep talking about is her. Ain't none of that stuff y'all saying true either. She wasn't transgender, she just believed in gay rights. And she didn't only respond to Mrs. Blakely, she only responded to Amber. That's why I started coming here at night and scaring people away. Don't nobody wanna see they relative's gravesite be turned into a tourist site. I used a sound record to make the scratching noise. It lasts by itself for 9 minutes and 47 seconds, which gives me enough time to get into costume. Which is why you see me wearing black cause she ain't white. Basically, I was just trying to give people the right information but nobody wanna listen to me." "I can't believe I'm saying this," Kayla started, "not to you anyway, but I'm actually very sorry." "Wait a minute," Hexicah interrupted abruptly. "You never told us how you made that I'm coming noise." "What are you talking about?," Brad asked, genuinely confused. I'm comiiinng. "That!," Ashley cried out. The group of teens began running out of the cemetery, leaving behind all of their belongings. They would come back for it sometime, maybe. Meanwhile, back in the graveyard, Braylin Chapman laughed to himself. He was the culprit of that noise. Like father, like son. "Wait until I tell Joanne about this," Braylin murmured to himself. He knew it would give his wife a laugh although at first she would do a little fussing. Braylin was about to pull out his phone when he got the strangest feeling someone was watching him. Quickly, he turned around but saw nor heard anyone or anything. "Kids?," he called out thinking that the kids were still here but they were long gone. The only reply he got was the sound of the wind picking up a bit. Although Braylin wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was feeling very spooked at the moment and believed that he should go ahead and go on home. As he walked out the graveyard, a black woman in her mid 30's hovered in the air above him, disappearing right before he looked up into the sky. Picking up his pace, he got home in five minutes flat.