On a crisp autumn night, under the silver glow of the full moon, young Emily wandered through the woods near her home. The air was thick with the scent of fallen leaves and the distant sound of howling winds. Her friends had dared her to spend an hour alone in the old cemetery at the edge of the forest, promising her a lifetime supply of candy if she could do it.

As Emily approached the cemetery gates, she felt an eerie chill run down her spine. The iron bars creaked as she pushed them open, and the sound echoed like whispers from the past. She lit a small flashlight and stepped inside. The graves were old and overgrown with moss, their names barely visible in the dim light.

Suddenly, her flashlight flickered and died. Panic began to rise in her chest, but she told herself it was just a dead battery. Then, she heard it—a faint whisper, soft yet distinct. "Emily... come closer." Her heart raced as she turned around, but there was no one there.

"Who's there?" she called out, her voice trembling. Silence answered her, except for the rustling of leaves. Determined not to let fear take over, she decided to leave. But as she reached the gate, she noticed something odd. A single grave stood out among the others—it was new, freshly dug.

Her curiosity got the better of her. She approached the grave and knelt beside it. As she touched the cold earth, the ground beneath her hands began to tremble. Before she could react, the lid of the coffin burst open, revealing an empty space. Confused, Emily stood up and took a step back.

That's when she saw him—the pale figure of a man, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He spoke in a raspy voice, "Thank you for releasing me, Emily. Now, you must stay."

And just like that, the story ends. Some say Emily still roams the cemetery, waiting for her next visitor. Others believe she found peace long ago, leaving behind only her laughter on the wind.

Happy Halloween!