On most nights, you can hear her howl. The ghoul of Saunderville was just a scary story when I was growing up, or so I thought. It wasn’t until I met her that I believed in the supernatural, and heartbreak. The story began as a bride-to-be lost her husband on the night of her wedding, and her spirit roamed the cemetery near his grave. I was dared, as most teenagers are, to spend the night in the cemetery as an act of bravery. It was just past one A.M when her ghostly form appeared before me. I ran out of the cemetery, never looking back. Who knew that a heartbreak could doom a soul.