The Living Legend

Chapter Two

The moment we reached the railroad area, exactly what I had expected happened. It was boring as hell. No sign of the Pale Lady, not even a whisper of her presence. The guys started cracking jokes and mocking the whole idea.

There was one guy with us, Zach. He pulled off his scarf, wrapped it around his face, and started stumbling around, pretending to be a ghost. He was imitating the voice of a sad, mournful spirit, saying, “Look at me... I’m the ghost of the Pale Lady.”

Honestly, we were all laughing at what he was doing. One of us called out, “Nah, you’re not the ghost of the Pale Lady. You’re just a damn fool, that’s all.”

Zach kept wandering around, still pretending to be the ghost of the Pale Lady, following us as we moved forward. But after a while, we noticed he stopped. We turned around and started looking for him... but he was gone, completely disappeared.

Then, the small stones started getting thrown at us. At first, it was just a few, but they kept coming, and with a weird force. We all knew it had to be that damn Zach, playing some trick. We started shouting, “Zach... come on, stop it, show yourself!”

But there was no answer. One of us decided to go search for him in the dark. Sure enough, Zach popped out from behind a pile of rocks, and we all burst into laughter, relieved, but a bit spooked too.

We started moving toward the cemetery, thinking maybe we'd find something important happening. One of my friends came up close to me and whispered, “I don’t think it was Zach throwing those stones.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised, and asked, “Why?”

He hesitated for a moment, almost like he didn’t want to say anything, before finally speaking up. “Because the stones were coming from behind us. Zach was hiding in front.”

He looked scared as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but laugh and tease him as I kept walking toward the cemetery. But, between you and me... my whole body was shaking with fear. He was right, though.

The cemetery was old, falling apart—terrifying, really. Most of the graves were ancient, older than most of the buildings in the city. A sense of unease started creeping up on me. Fear, dread, tension. I felt like we were being watched.