together? Voluntarily?â âWell, I found it, and Ava insisted that we check it out.â Colin stopped in the middle of the path and shone the flashlight just below my chin. âWhy didnât you tell me about it then?â I held up my hand. âBergita was in a hurry to get back to camp. I didnât get a chance. Can you lower your light?â Colin lowered his flashlight but not before I saw the look of hurt cross his face. âWe saw the tanager right up here.â I turned on my flashlight and was about to point the beam into the woods where I knew the graveyard would be, but movement and a glint of floating light stopped me. Someone else was in the woods. I grabbed Colinâs flashlight from his hand and turned it off. âWha â â I covered his mouth with my hand. Colin pulled my hand away from his mouth. âWhatâs going on?â he whispered. âI wish youâd stop doing that.â I pointed into the trees where the light was. Colin and I inched over in that direction. I placed a finger to my lips. He nodded. We crept half bent over, so that no part of us showed over the thick bushes. Through the dark branches, I saw a white form float through the trees on the other side of the cemetery beyond the ravine. âHoly smokes,â Colin yelped. The form moved on and disappeared deep into the woods. I wished I had thought to bring my binoculars. I didnât think I would need them at night. Colin and I sat together crouched for a few minutes holding each otherâs hands. I gripped his hands so tightly I was surprised they didnât break. Finally, I let go and straightened up. Colin grabbed my arm and breathed. âDid you see that?â I knew what he meant, but I was reluctant to answer. I felt like if I answered that would make what I saw real, and I really didnât want that to be the case. âLetâs go back to the campground,â Colin whispered. âWe have to at least look at the graves. We came all this way.â I straightened my shoulders. Colin sighed. I turned on my flashlight and pushed through the brush to the cemetery. I shone my light on the graves. In addition to the disturbed dirt on Matthewâs grave, there were similar large patches on Haroldâs and Lukeâs graves. Only Williamâs and Randallâs remained undisturbed now. âDo you think the ghost is digging up the graves?â Colin asked. âI â I donât know.â I shivered. âMaybe it wasnât a ghost. I mean, they arenât supposed to be real.â âThen what was it?â âI donât know. Fog? Reflection of the moon on the trees?â âYeah, right. You and I both know it had the shape of a person.â âBigfoot,â I offered. âIn a white robe?â He gripped his flashlight and shone it into the deep woods. âLetâs go back.â I ran my flashlight back and forth on the ground. âWait, look at that.â My light reflected off something shimmering on a branch. I went over to it. There was a small piece of gauzy white fabric about two inches long with glitter on it. The glitter came off in my hand and stuck to my fingers. âI bet itâs from the ghost,â Colin said. âWhy would a ghost need glitter to make it sparkle?â I asked. âLetâs go back and talk about this at camp.â I nodded and followed him back to the trail. We were on the edge of camp when a figure stepped into our path. Both Colin and I squealed and dropped our flashlights. âGeez, relax,â Ava said. I scooped up our flashlights and handed Colin his. I shone my light in Avaâs eyes. âHey!â she protested. I lowered my flashlight. âKeep your voice down. Do you want to wake up the entire camp?â âWhat are you two doing outside the tents in the middle of the night?â she asked. âNone of your