Saturday night, me and my mom went with the Breauxs to the Haunted Murfreesboro tour in the square. It was this thing where you go in groups at night and your tour guide walks you around the square and tells supposedly true ghost stories or just creepy stories that happened right there. It was fun. The stories were freaky. I don't think I believe some of them though unless I saw it for myself.

After that, we went to their house for brownies and hot chocolate and made up our own ghost story. We went around in a circle and everyone continued the story. It turned out to be pretty good. Wanna read it? Ok, sit back, relax, and brace yourself. Here's what I remember...

"This story takes place back in the 1960s in the hills of North Carolina. There was a man who lived in those hills named 'Old Man' Jenkins. No one saw him much. He just stayed in his house in the woods of the hills, isolated, and mysterious. Then one day, he decided to go into town. He met a woman there named Sue. They started talking, and Mr. Jenkins found out some things about her. One of those things is that she loved yellow roses. The more they talked, the more Mr. Jenkins started to like Sue. When he went back to his house in the hills, he kept thinking about her. He decided to plant yellow roses outside his house so when they grow he can give them to her. Some time later, he went back into town, this time carrying a yellow rose. He looked in the cafe, the one she said was her favorite, but didn't see her there. He continued to search the town for her but still couldn't find her. Mr. Jenkins then decided to check the town's church to see if anyone she knew was there and could tell him where he could find her. He came across the preacher. The preacher had ministered to Sue recently and counseled her through recent temptations. You see, Sue had an affair with another woman's husband, and she had a hard time dealing with it. When Old Man Jenkins found out about this, he went home. Later he searched the town again, still carrying the rose hoping he would see her, but this time came across some of Sue's relatives. "Do you know where I can find Sue?" Mr. Jenkins asked, "I want to talk to her." A solemn expression came over the relatives' faces. "Haven't you heard? Sue is missing. She went into the hills but we don't know why. She said something about visiting someone, but we don't know of anyone who lives in the hills. No one has seen her since." Confused, Mr. Jenkins immediately went back to his house in the hills to see if there was any sign of an accident that had taken place. Maybe her car would be there. Nothing. But Sue never came to visit me, he thought. So he went back into town a third time. He went to the house of the man she had the affair with, and a woman answered the door. "Can I help you?" "Yes, is your husband here? I think he has some information I need to know about a woman named Sue." The woman shook her head and scrunched her forehead. "I don't know what your talking about," she said before shutting the door. Mr. Jenkins started to walk away and was about to give up when he saw something strange in he backyard of the house he just came from. What is that? Mr. Jenkins stepped a little closer to the chain linked fence and gasped in shock. It was a hand. A hand with a wedding ring on its finger. He raced back home, more confused than ever now, and was in for another surprise. When he stepped into his livingroom, there, on the couch, sat Sue, and she was holding a yellow rose. "Sue!" Mr. Jenkins ran to her. "Sue something strange is going on and I need to know what happened. The people in town say they haven't seen you in a while. Have you been here the whole time?" Sue just stared at him. "I found out about your affair, and I'm sorry for getting in your business, but I think something happened to the man. Sue? Sue talk to me!" Mr. Jenkins reached out to shake her out of frustration, and to his horror, his hands went right through her. Mr. Jenkins jumped back, and when he did, he noticed something he hadn't before. A knife. A blood-stained knife. "Sue what happened? Did someone kill you? Was it that man? Was it his wife? What happened? Talk to me!" "No," Sue whispered, "It wasn't them. When you found out about the affair, you got mad. You came here. That's when you found me. I came to visit you, but you didn't seem like youself. This is your knife. I died here." Old man Jenkins took the knife and all the memories came back to him. He took another look at Sue. She had changed somehow in just that moment. He reached out to touch her, but this time his hand didn't go through. She was cold. That night, Old Man Jenkins took Sue's corpse, buried it, and covered her grave with the yellow roses he was growing for her. He couldn't sleep out of guilt. The memory played over and over in his head, but it still didn't seem real to him. He sat in the livingroom, moonlight coming in through the window, and tried to think about something else to take the place of his guilt. Old Man Jenkins realized he was starting to sweat. He wiped his brow, but continued to sweat more and more. Then he realized it was not sweat, but blood. When he looked up into the rafters, he could barely see the figure of a man...a man with his hand cut off... ready for revenge on the man who killed his love.