She died at a young age, lived on by her killer.
Now, she can be seen sitting at her tomb, weeping at her demise, at how her tormentor gets to live on.
Many have heard her wails, how they ring across the woods hidden in the fog.
She cries alone have brought first responders out by passerby’s calls, worried about a woman being attacked.
But no one is there, no one to see, no one to talk.
She...