Three teens walked to the graveyard of a family who lived in the 1700’s. They were going to initiate a new kid in the neighborhood into their group. Tm and Mallory were taking Jake to see the graveyard and make him spend the night there.

“Now remember, don’t pick the white roses at Rebecca’s grave,” Tim said to Jake.

“Why?” Jake asked

“You don’t know about the curse on the grave of the white roses?” Mallory asked.

“No. Why, should I.”

“If you are going to spend the night in the graveyard of the Lercose family, you might want to,” Mallory said, “and I know just the person to tell you.”

“Who?” Jake asked.

“Tim, duh!” she said pointing to him

“Thank you, Mallory. Legend has it that about three hundred years ago, a girl, about our age, fell in love with a boy.”

“So?” Jake asked as he stopped the others and turned around to face them.

“No interruptions please. The girl’s name was Rebecca and the boy was named Thomas. Anyway, Rebecca loved Thomas, and Thomas loved Rebecca. However, Thomas’ mother, Mary, didn’t like Rebecca.”

“Why?” Jake interrupted again.

“Because Mary was a witch and Rebecca was the daughter of the main witch hunter of the town, Matthew. Therefore, if Rebecca found out that Mary was a witch, she would go straight to her father who would kill her. However, Rebecca and Thomas still were in love and when Mary found out they were still seeing each other she put a curse on Rebecca, and whenever Thomas kissed Rebecca it would kill her. Then, one night Thomas did kiss her and she died.”

“Thomas was found out about seeing Rebecca and was chased out of town. When Rebecca was buried, Thomas came back to town for that night in secret and he put white roses on her grave since they were her favorite type of flowers. Since Thomas also had a little bit of magic in him, he put a curse on the flowers, and when someone picks one of them, Rebecca will come back from the dead, and so will he, and they will destroy the town that would not accept their love for each other. This town.”

“Wow! But, that’s just a Legend. It’s not true is it?” Jake asked

“Want to find out?” Tim asked.

“Sure, I’m not afraid.”

“Okay, I dare you to pick one of the flowers from Rebecca’s grave.”

“Fine.”

“Guys,” Mallory said.

“Don’t worry, Mallory, nothing will happen,” Jake said.

“Yeah Mallory, don’t worry,” Tim said to her. He turned to Jake, “Don’t forget, even though you’re picking a rose, you still have to spend the night in the graveyard.”

“I will. I’ll even sleep on Rebecca’s grave.”

The teens started walking again and soon after, they reached the graveyard.

A tall, black fence surrounded the rather small family graveyard. A gate stood before them, blocking them out. Tim did not care about the gate and opened it. He walked Jake over to the grave of Rebecca Lercose, which was surrounded by beautiful white roses and said to him, “Here’s the grave. There’s a rose. Pick it.”

Jake reached down with a trembling hand and plucked a rose from the ground. “Nothing happened,” he said.

“Just wait,” Tim said heading toward the gate. As he exited Jake heard him say, “Good night, don’t let the zombies bite.”

Six feet under Jake’s feet, a girl opened her eyes for the first time in nearly three hundred years.