The Headless Ghost

"Come on Billy, hurry up. We want to get in before that grave keeper finds us lurking about." Samantha rushed, barely making it over the old Louisville cemetery fence.

"Samantha, calm down, it's not like he can do anything to us. We have to wait for George and Adam to catch up any ways. They are still back there by the car." Billy sighed, wondering why he had to be attracted to such an impatient girl.
Billy climbed up the fence and ran across the cemetery yard to find Samantha kneeling by a gravestone. He put his hand on her shoulder and told her to stand up.

"Billy! Do you know whose grave this is?" Samantha asked.

"No, why?" Billy wondered aloud.

"It is the grave of Shelly Dean...The Headless Woman!" Samantha gasped.

"So what? It is just an urban legend, something told to teenagers stupid enough to believe it. Please don't tell me that your one of those who believes in that stupid legend?" Billy exclaimed.

"No...I was just stating...I mean...ugh! Whatever, it doesn't matter what I believe in. Let's just go, I don't like this part of the cemetery." Samantha pleaded, tugging on Billy's arm.

"We have to wait for the other two! What don't you get about that?" Billy asked in disbelief.

Suddenly a loud scratching noise came from the woods on the far left side of the cemetery. This noise was shortly followed by a loud, shrill, screech that echoed through the ears of the two teens. Everything just got a lot more real in the eyes of Billy, who was beginning to become impatient with the other two.

"What if they ditched us?" Samantha began to ask aloud.

"Don't worry, they wouldn't do that. Here, you stay; I will go see what is taking so long." Billy said, before running off into the direction from which they came.

Samantha began to grow weary and scared. Shadows danced alongside of the graves and the wind slithered through Jessica's long, blond hair. Suddenly, Jessica heard a tree branch snap, just like in the legend. The wind began to blow increasingly fast, and a loud screaming noise flew throughout the cemetery.
"Help me, please." A woman's voice suddenly screamed through the air.

"I don't understand...what do you need help with?" Samantha asked, sweat dripping from her face.

"I need you to help me find something important to me." The voice said, getting closer with every word.

"Stay away, I don't know you and I am not going to help you." Samantha screamed into the air.

"You will help me, you have no choice." The voice shouted, now seemingly three gravestones left from Samantha.

Samantha began to run; she took off in the right direction and could feel the wind blowing into her face. She heard the twigs snapping beneath her, and could feel the fear rising through her. She felt liked a trapped bunny, not able to escape from the predator that would be her end. She suddenly stopped running and took a breath. She looked around her, and found herself lost in a maze of graves. Everything looked the same, and all she could do was stand there. Still, unmovable, useless; Samantha started to pray, but was cut off by a shrill shrieking noise echoing off the gravestones. This noise was followed by an eerie silence.

"Hello?" Samantha asked. "Billy? Are you there?"

More silence followed her question, but suddenly a voice whispered into her ear, right beside her.

"Sorry Samantha, but Billy is gone. He shouldn't have gone to check on your friends; they left you two to rot amongst the graves. It may have just been a prank, but where is the fun? There is nothing left, only me! Billy is dead Samantha, now I have his head...and soon I will have yours too!" The evil voice whispered before letting out a cold, heartless laugh that seemed to be coming from every direction. Samantha took off running again, but ran into something hard.

"NOOOO!" Samantha screamed out loud.

"Shush, you have to trust us; we are here to help you." A man's voice whispered into her ear.

Who are you? What do you want from me?" Samantha asked.

"We need your help, we need to know where Shelly Dean's grave is, and we can put a stop to this madness. You want it to end don't you?" Another man's voice explained.

"How about this, you tell me who you people are and what you were doing here in this cemetery, and I will show you where Shelly's grave is." Samantha bargained.

"My name is Mike, and this is my brother David. We are here because we heard of some unexplainable deaths happening around this cemetery, where each person was found beheaded. We think that Shelly Dean is the killer." Mike explained.

"You think a ghost is killing all of these people. You're crazy, it's not a ghost that is killing these people, and it most defiantly isn't a ghost who killed my boyfriend. It's some asylum escapee, some sick killer." Samantha said.

"Look, you believe whatever helps you sleep at night, but we need to know where Shelly's grave is." David said.

"Fine, follow me." Samantha sighed, walking slowly in front of the two men. They travelled through miles of dark woods before coming to a gravestone with no name on it. All that was engraved on it was "Here lies the mysterious headless woman, no human knows her name." which looked freshly engraved.

"You're sure this is the grave?" Mike asked.

"Yes, I remember it from when I first came in." Samantha stated.

"Let's start digging." David said before shoving a shovel into the soft dirt.

As David and Mike began digging, wind began to blow throughout the cemetery. A grave shrill broke through the wind and laughing echoed all throughout the graveyard.

"You can't stop me that easily! Burning my bones, hah, that is an old trick." A woman's voice scuffed at Mike and David. "Not every spirit loves their bones!" The woman began to cackle and formed in front of Samantha, hands outstretched.

Mike and David finally reached the coffin, and busted through it with shovels. There they saw the dead body of Shelly Dean, The Headless Woman. David pulled out salt and dumped it into the grave, while Mike poured oil into the grave. Suddenly, David pulled something out of the bag that he had been carrying around.

"Hey Mary, looking for something?" David asked pulling out Shelly's head, which had a beautiful necklace around its neck.

"What, my head, but how?" Shelly shrieked before going after David. Mike lit up a match and threw it into the fire, while David through the head into it.

"NOOO!" Sherry shrieked before exploding into flames.

"Good riddance." Mike said through his teeth before covering the grave back up with dirt.