Kyle broke the silence, his voice loud and almost too confident: “Let’s split up and look for the Pale Lady.”
We split into small groups, each of us either hearing or seeing the others. Every group had their phones in hand, shining flashlights as we searched.
The weird thing was, Zach had gotten unusually quiet. It had been a while, and I noticed he hadn’t said a word. I asked him what was wrong, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw pure terror.
He didn’t answer. He just stayed silent, staring into the emptiness, like he couldn’t even see us anymore. We kept walking, following Kyle since he had the flashlight, moving quickly between the graves.
Then, out of nowhere, we heard a blood-curdling scream. Followed by another one. Every small group of us felt it—the fear crept in, the terror spreading like wildfire.
One of them shouted, "We need to leave... right now... I’m scared!"
The rest started confirming what he said, gathering together in fear. But Kyle wasn’t bothered by any of it. He ignored them and kept moving through the cemetery, his pace steady and determined. I asked him, “Aren’t we going with them?”
Without even looking at me, he replied, “We’re fine, forget about them.”
Kyle stopped in front of one of the graves and said, his voice shaky, “Look at this grave.”
We all looked at it, and to our surprise, the headstone was completely blank—no name, no dates, nothing. It was... strange, really strange. We started to walk away from the grave, but Zach stayed frozen in place. We called out to him, but he didn’t budge. Jason went back to try and move him, but he couldn’t even shake him.
Kyle lifted his head and looked at us, his eyes were pitch black—completely black, in a way that was terrifying. But in just a moment, they returned to normal, and Zach seemed to snap out of it too, moving again, though his face was pale.
Inside me, something was telling me we needed to leave. The fear inside me was growing, gnawing at me. Zach looked at us, his voice cold and menacing: “You need to show more respect for her.”