That was five years ago...
As of right now, Ghostly was sitting on his bed, having a book ready to be read. He was trying to find out a little more about his grandfather though he had never bothered to 'till know. A couple of people had came to know him from the man of that family explaining Sir Alder's grandson had moved into Simport.
So far there was nothing telling him of his famous grandfather in the history book he had taken out from the Library. He knew people would just think he would know everything about his racing grandfather of the centuary, but to actually admit he knew nothing was going to be something else.
Giving a groan, Ghostly rubbed his eyes and took the book and placed it down his desk. The computer he had was still on he last thing he looked up. Racing in Simport. That had told him when his grandfather had his last and first race ever. Along with a few of his friends, and apparently, he had met his grandmother through racing.
She was a huge fan of racing and she had just happen to come across his grandfather during his first race, and he wanted to impress her. Maybe that was how he had came to won his race and so on. All because of his grandmother.
Well, at least he knew that much about his grandparents. But he wanted to know all of it. From his grandfather's love for racing to his death. He knew his grandmother but he never got to ask about his grandfather before she died.
Nothing was leading him more to find out.
Ghostly sat down in the desk chair and groaned out loud. This was getting him nowhere, and he wanted to get somewhere with this. He was busy so he couldn't find a chance to head over to the graveyard and look for Sir Alder's grave. If they even had it.
Right when he was about to head over to his bed and rest, his phone started to buzz with a text from Buddy. Saying how he wanted to meet up later and get something to drink. At this point, it was becoming annoying about how he could say no.
One little break couldn't hurt him.
It only took him a few minutes before he found the place Buddy wanted him to meet up at. A cafe. It was small but it looked to be the hot spot of the place. Probably any came here to get stuff for partying for something, Ghostly just shook that off and headed inside.
Buddy was seated at the table near the windows. Back corner, already drinking something. Another cup in front of him. Probably for Ghostly himself.
A nice cup of coffee was something he was wanting, and thankfully Buddy was kind enough to get him a cup. Though he wondered if Buddy had tripped while coming over to the table of the small place. They didn't even get very far into the talk before Buddy moved something over to him.
A key with a card attached.
"What's this, Buddy?" Ghostly asked, turning the key over to make sure it wasn't fake.
Buddy grinned. "The key to the graveyard!"
"What...?" Ghostly had almost spat out his coffee. "The graveyard key...? How did you manage to get the key? Doesn't the mayor only have the key to it?"
"I'm pals with everyone!" Buddy gave his smile. "Plus, when I said my friend was looking for a certain grave, she gave me the key! I have to return it tomorrow though, or whenever you get time to head down to the graveyard and find the grave you want, pal."
So don't lose it...
"Thanks, Buddy, but... what's with the card?" Ghostly blinked, taking the card off of the key and noticed how it had his name on it. "...Why does it have my name?"
Buddy shrugged. "Dunno. The mayor was meaning to give you the card or have Ol'Gabby give it to you, but she never got the time. Always drowning herself in those papers, so she asked me to bring it. Something about a family member..."
Ghostly stiffed. Could this card be from his grandfather? The only thing he was hoping was left behind for him? A rush of eagerness came across him, ready to open the card but Buddy stopped him from doing so. The look on his face told the bellhop everything.
Main thing was confusion.
"She wants ya to open it at the grave," Buddy explained. "Something about it making it more special and more emotional. Also, looks like you'll be able to almost hear whoever wrote that. So you'll get a feel on what the person was like."
"Thanks, Buddy," Ghostly smiled.
Buddy gave him a thumbs up. "No problem! Who's grave do you wanna find?"
"My grandfather's." Ghostly mumbled. "His grave wasn't around where I grew up, so it has to be here. He was huge here, and I think dad mentioned him being buried in Simport. This is the best chance I have to finding him."
It took him weeks before he was finally able to find a way to get some time off to be able to head over to the graveyard. Patrick, Ol'Gabby, and Gino were done with having him help for the week. Which he didn't mean to happen, but they told him they would be fine once they heard him wanting to look for something.
Needless to say it was night when he suddenly decided to go over and look for the grave. He took a flashlight, and was wearing something more comfortable and warm. A hoodie with some pants and sneakers. They had a dark aura to them.
Like always his hair was pushed to the side with a style of rocker.
In his pocket sat the graveyard key with the card he was meant to read with the grave once he had found it. The grave was meant to be more scary during the night.
Not everyone was brave enough to go and actually go into the graveyard deep at night. Including at 3AM. The devil's hour.
But he wasn't that brave.
Many people he passed where heading over to a party or just simply heading home for the day, but they usually waved to him. Not asking where he was headed to late at night, choosing to believe he was going over to a party.
Arriving at the entrance of the graveyard, he took the key from his pocket and slowly turned it 'till the gate was opened and slowly pushed it forward. Wincing at the creaking sound before he was able to stand fully in and take out the flashlight.
The bright light was allowing him to see in front of him. Not much though, but it was a start. Now came the start of looking for the grave he had wanted.
"Well, this is new," A voice came from behind. Only a few minutes in and someone was already in here. He hoped to god it wasn't someone who was working. "Usually it's only goths who are brave enough to come in here."
Gazing over his shoulder, Ghostly blinked. A girl with pale skin, long black hair, black lipstick, and purple eye-shadow stood.
"I was looking for a grave, didn't expect anyone to be in here," Ghostly shot back. "I never thought I would run into a girl of all people."
She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, well, I was needing to meet some friends here, when I happen to see you come around."
Ghostly took in what she was wearing. A black jacket, with a black dress, even black shoes. Wasn't she cold in a dress with only a black jacket?
"I won't get in your way," Ghostly told her. Trying not to stare at her. "I just need to find a grave and get out of here."
"Okay, not like we would've started hanging around where you were going to be." She said with a little shrug before moving to walk away before stopping. Turning to look at Ghostly once again. "My name's Violet. Violet Nightshade. You?"
Ghostly bite his lip. "Ghostly. Ghostly Alder."
With a nod, Violet waved to him before walking away once again. Ghostly let out a sigh. At least she didn't go off about how he was the famous grandson of Sir Alder. Like he wanted to be known more and more, but right now, he didn't mind that.
Walking in the other direction of Violet, Ghostly took a couple of more steps before shining his flashlight on yet another grave before realizing he had the right one he wanted. His hand quickly reached for the card and moved to open it.
Only wondering what it might hold...
