When I was 13 me and a couple of my friends went to a cemetary.The one that had Lizzie Borden.(for those who don't know bck in the 1890s Lizzie supposedly killed her father and stepmother.)So anyway we went and we decided to check out her grave.One of my idiot friends thought it would be funny to spit on her grave.So he did.Now as we start to leave the graveyard my friends and me start to here like a car start up.So were thinking you know lets get the hell out of here.So we start running and as we are at the gate of the cemetary I turn around and see someone near Lizzies grave standing there and looking right at me.My friends turn around and they see it too.It was about midnight but you could see her perfectly.On the side of her was a car.So i said lets get the hell out of here.That was...