Shilo fought hard not to panic. All she'd wanted to do was visit her mom's grave and catch a couple of bugs. Now she was being chased by the cops because they'd caught her talking with a grave robber and they assumed that she was with him. She had no time to explain the situation either before the real crook went running. As he ran, he called for Shilo to follow him. It was an insane request but Shilo heeded it just because she was so afraid and wanted so desperately to have an ally in such a fearsome situation. She was willing to follow a wanted man into danger just so that she would have somebody to be around.
A few minutes later, the two lost the cops by entering a smaller, lesser known/visited part of the graveyard. It was off to the far side. The crook hunted for another way out using this back route and ordered Shilo to keep watch while he looked. The cops wouldn't be duped forever so Shilo would have to keep her eyes open for any trouble. Shilo obeyed fearfully, hiding behind a grave marker and looking out for the cops. She could hear the grave robber peering at the walls behind her, trying to find a way out.
At last, Shilo did see something in the distance, but it was not a cop. She knew this because cops weren't young girls about her age with brown hair that seemed to float even though it was a windless night. Nor did cops wear green dresses with a frog on the skirt. No, this was a normal person. Or was it? The girl almost seemed pearlescent. Was she a ghost? Now, Shilo didn't exactly believe in ghosts but whoever this girl was, she fit the bill. The girl finally approached. Shilo's instinct was to run or tell the grave robber they'd been spotted, but something deeper than instinct told her to stay still. Somehow, she knew this girl meant no harm. So Shilo heeded this deeper instinct and didn't move as the girl drew near.
At last, the girl stood a mere few inches away from Shilo.
"Don't trust him," she pleaded. Shilo noticed that when she spoke, her lips didn't move.
"Who?" Shilo asked in a hushed voice. The girl turned her head to the grave robber. "Who are you?" Shilo asked. She pointed to the grave marker Shilo was leaning on. Shilo leaned back to read it: Tamara Lounds. 2038-2055. May she sleep in peace and may her dreams be ever sweet. Shilo's eyes widened. So this really was a ghost! And a pretty fresh one too! It was the year 2056, Tamara only died last year. As this realization sank in, Shilo suddenly felt worlds colder. This girl, who looked a bit younger than Shilo, had died last year. Someone Shilo's age died and was buried here just last year while Shilo was probably in her room, staring tiredly at the walls. What horrible fate had befallen Tamara? Would Shilo suffer the same? Shilo turned away from the grave marker to look up at the girl, Tamara, again.
When Shilo looked back at Tamara, she noticed something new. Tamara's green frog dress had a hole in the chest that she didn't recall seeing before. A bullet wound. Suddenly, Shilo's brain filled with the images of a naive girl dancing with a man whose smile went from genuine to sordid. Then Shilo heard a cry of anger followed by a cry of fear and she felt a sting in her chest. She found herself panting heavily as the hallucination passed and she turned to meet Tamara's soft green eyes again. Shilo and Tamara looked at each other sadly, a mutual understanding passing between them through that one look.
"Thank you," Shilo whispered, knowing Tamara was trying to protect her. This grave robber here had been the man who killed her. If Shilo trusted him, she'd suffer the same fate Tamara did. But Tamara wasn't going to let that happen. Not if she could warn Shilo off. "But how else can I escape? I need him because I don't know what I'm doing," Shilo murmured sadly. "I know he killed you. I know he isn't trustworthy, but without him, I'll die anyway!" the living girl lamented.
"No you won't," the dead girl responded softly. "You already have the intelligence needed to escape. Don't let your fear convince you otherwise. Please," Tamara tilted her head sadly at the girl. "Your own courage will be enough to get you out of here, you just need to take the first steps in that direction!" she said. And Shilo understood what she was trying to say.
"Ok," she said. "I know, I must be brave," Shilo took a deep breath and stood up slowly. Tamara seemed to glow just a bit brighter out of pride. Shilo cast one look back. The grave robber was busy digging at a loose stone in the wall. If Shilo wanted to go before he noticed, she had to go now. Taking another deep breath in, she followed Tamara's instructions and slipped away. In order to keep her courage, Shilo didn't look back, but if she had, she would've seen Tamara sink into her grave with a smile on her face.
AN: You can read that the grave robber is either our Graverobber or is Scorpion. Either way, the plot is just that Tamara was murdered by a grave robber and when her ghost sees this grave robber about to pull the same crap on Shilo, she intervenes.