The rumor of the girl in black had been passed down in Flowing Corners for more than three hundred years. According to legend, six-year-old Suzanne Carter was running in the field looking for her father so that she could give him his lunch when the oxen spooked. She was caught under the plow. Suzanne died three days later in the arms of her parents. Since then, she has wandered her family farm looking for kids to join her.
“That story is getting so old,” Justin said. “We’ve heard it since we were little kids.”
Miss Lucy laughed. “Well it’s good to know the local legends, Justin.”
The class looked at the bell and counted down the last ten seconds until their Halloween night began.
Justin, Slate, and Ace sat in the graveyard and watched the little kids run up and down the street.
“Stupid little kids,” Ace said.
Slate walked out to the road and waited for a lone trick-or-treater to pass by.
“Want some candy,” Slate said as he joined his friends again, laughing.
“This is boring,” Justin said. “You would think with that stupid legend Miss Lucy told us again that something would happen on Halloween.”
“Yeah.” Slate picked through the pillowcase until he found a Kit Kat. “I’m so tired of this boring town. Can’t wait till I’m eighteen.”
“Let’s go find her,” Ace said.
Justin and Slate stared at him. “Find who?”
“Suzanne. Let’s go find her.” He looked toward the back of the graveyard. “Their farm wasn’t far from here, and Mrs. Lincoln said the graveyard sits at the very end of their field.”
“You went to the library?” Justin asked, astonished.
The trio looked at each. It sounded more fun than sitting in a graveyard.
“Sure,” Justin said.
“Yeah, maybe we’ll find her bones,” Slate said.
As the trio headed for the backside of the graveyard, four shadows were cast against the mausoleums.