Rachel was at the cemetery that her mom was burred at, kneeling in front of the grave. "Hey mom, its Rachel" she said, taking the next few minutes to talk to her. As she did, Rachel got the feeling that she was not alone. Falling back on her training, she slowly stood up and looked around. Rachel knew that she was not alone. "Whos there?" she called out, ready to go for her knife if need be.
