The grave right in front of him...

He could barely hear a voice in his head as he began opening his letter up. The writing was almost like his's. Neat but at the same time a little messy to the eyes and mind. His hands began shaking a little as he pulled the letter out of its seal, his mind was racing with thoughts on what the letter might tell him. Would it share with him what happened? Share what this person's rejects where? As of right now, Ghostly didn't want to know.

But he went ahead and flipped it open anyways. Throughout his reading of the letter, it mainly said how he wanted to meet him, but he knew how it would be a failure to do so with his current state. How he had wished Ghostly luck with his life, and wondered what he would grow up to be. It was almost like a sorry from a family member.

All he could feel was his heart starting to beat faster and his eyes began almost watering. The last thing his grandfather had ever wrote, and it was to him. Yet, how did he know he would be coming to this town? And trying to find his grave? It made no sense.

The letter read this:

This letter is probably going to be the last thing I could ever do in my life time, but I need to write this to my only(probably)grandchild out there. If anything, my son will stick with just one child just his parents had done.

Never have someone taken it up to go on with what I did: Racing.

It's something I'm okay with, grandchild of mine. You don't need to worry about your old grandfather bein' upset over that.

Whoever you are, and whatever gender you may be, trust this letter when I say I wish I could've met you. I wanted to see who you took after. Your ol' man or your pretty mother of your's. Wanting to know if you would dye yer hair a different color like I did, mine was originally the color of brown. It was dyed to green.

Look, if I were to head over to the town your parents are it, or used to live, I wouldn't be able to make it. In my current state, there would be no doubt I would fall on the way there, a legend would die during my trip there.

And I'm sure that town- BearTown- would never like the idea of a racer coming to them. Even for just a visit because I know how stuck up that Mayor-Skip-is. Hates racers with all his might while the mayor over here is wonderfully brighten about the idea.

In my dying wishes, I asked her to hold onto this for you. Just in case you come to my town, and choose to live here. Hopefully you'll get this from her. After all, she don't seem like the type of person to not live up to a promise of her famous racer...

You'll find everyone just calls me 'Sir Alder' and not my first name. I only gave that to my family members and closet of friends. Which would be only one close friend I've got. I don't know what happened to him though...

Maybe if yer a boy, then maybe my son there would have the heart to name ya after me. If yer a girl, well, I hope yer named 'Ruby', after yer grandmother. A beautiful woman, and I hope to god you get to meet her.

If you're at my grave, and reading this, you don't need to bring me anything. Just give me some words and hopefully I'll hear it in the afterlife, and maybe I'll look after any pets you had that passed. I'll promise you that much...

- Your grandfather, ... "Kurt" Alder

Aka Sir Alder

Ghostly blinked. The first name of his grandfather was crossed out so much to the point where he couldn't read it. He slowly looked up to the grave and took notice how it didn't say the year of birth nor year of death.

Well, maybe it did, and he just couldn't see it. He shined the flashlight on the grave and the years stood out along with the name of the owner including what was wrote underneath the date of death and birth. Ghostly sucked in a breath as he read it.

Sir Alder

From 1938 to 2000

Will forever be remembered from the things he had done for the town,

not just his greatness and love for racing.

"You, are you going to go now?" A voice behind him spoke up, and Ghostly jumped a little. Shining the light on the voice, he relaxed when he saw Violet. She was still here?

"What are you doing here still, I thought you would've gone home by now." Ghostly said and Violet gave him a smile.

She shrugged. "Well, I thought I might take a walk around since they've gone home. But when I noticed you were still here, I never figured you would still be here."

"I wasn't going to leave until I found the grave I wanted to see, and now I have," Ghostly explained, shining the flashlight down at his grandfather's grave. "...Sir Alder."

"What do you want with him?" Violet asked.

Ghostly sighed. "A long story, but... he was someone that my family knew, and figured why not go and see his grave?"

"If you had found his grave, then why stay here?"

"...Have no idea, Violet."

Talking with her for another few moments, it eventually ended as they both went home. All the way, Ghostly was trying to figure out a way to find out more and who the closet friend of his grandfather's was. If he was dead or alive.

Everything was a little fuzzy to him.

Arrving at his house, he wasted no time in going in and moving to his bedroom. Laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Everything was going down in a flame right now. He knew his grandfather's middle name now.

But not the first name.

Maybe a good rest would be able to help him out. Shutting off the lamp beside his bed, Ghostly closed his eyes and tried to get a good night's sleep. Waking up every so often before he was able to get some sleep throughout the night.

It was his phone that woke him up, a text from Ol'Gabby saying how he needed him to come into the junkyard and help him out. The answer was yes, of course, and he didn't have to be there until about 11AM, so he had time to kill.

He needed to return the graveyard key to Buddy anyways so he would go off and visit his friend. There was no doubt Buddy would be at the Hotel, so that's where Ghostly was heading. He was pretty sure the moment he entered the Hotel, Buddy would be flat on his face.

And he was right.

Ghostly had found Buddy about to walk towards him, then fall on his face, he gave a chuckle before helping him up and then returned the graveyard key.

"Did you find what you were looking for, pal?" Buddy asked, putting the key into his pocket.

"Yeah, found his grave," Ghostly nodded. "Read the letter and everything. Tell her thanks for the key and the letter."

"You got it!"

"Buddy, the letter gave me the hint that he knew I would be coming here, doesn't that give you a strange feeling?"

Buddy blinked. "I guess so. What else happened during the graveyard adventure?"

"Well, I met a girl there."

"Oh? Tell me! What's her name, pal?" Buddy asked. Interested in this.

Ghostly gave a smile. "Her name's Violet. Violet Nightshade. She was wearing a dress in the middle of the night with only a jacket to keep her warm."

"Ooh! I know her sister! Poppy Nightshade! Yeah! She's nine while Violet is our age," Buddy said. "I should have us go to Poppy's Flower Shop one day so you could meet her!"

"Eh... alright then."

Ah, what was he getting himself into from agreeing to Buddy's request...?