The old graveyard on the lower west side of Suburbia was just like any other graveyard you could sneak into at night, with its tiny half spunk in graves and huge monuments devoted to loved ones expect this one has over 2 hundred dead guys, a reputation for being haunted and two shivering girls siting behind a tombstone on the opposite site of the grave of Kimberly, waiting for something to happen.

"How could I let you talk me into this?" said Sara hunched over from the cold.

"Because you're my best friend and I didn't want to do this alone." Said Charlotte following suit of Sara.

"Do you think he's real?' asked Charlotte.

"Who?"

"You know, Scissorman. Isn't this his lovers grave or something?"

"I don't know he might Char, I don't really believe that dumass Bruce and all his jazz about the scissorman but then again, who knows?" said Sara.

"Yeah who knows" said charlotte as she peeked over the stone to see if anything changed.

"But what if he is real? What if he does..."

A sound of rushing leaves and footsteps stopped Charlotte in mid sentence. The two girls lowered there speck to a whisper and they waited for the approaching stranger.

"Do you think its one of Bruce's boys trying to scare us?" asked Sara almost laying on the ground.

"It might so stay low, I don't think they know where here." said Charlotte.

Several minutes passed and nothing happened. By this time Sara and Charlotte were kneeling on the ground, peeking on either side of the grave stone.

"This is bull" said Charlotte. "Im out of here, im cold, wet and just damn tired."

Just as Charlotte was about to stand up a figure in a ripped up old long tailed hooded jacket moved closer in the shadows toward the two girls.

"GET DOWN!" yelled Sara as she pulled her friend back to the ground. "Its him"

The girls lay on the ground in both amazement and fear of this lone figure. He now stood in front of the angel perched grave of Kimberly. There was something in his hand as he dropped something on the head of Kimberly's grave. What was that he was holding, knives? Wait Knives!

"Forget this im out of here" yelled Charlotte as she ran off into the darkness.

"Charlotte! Wait!!" yelled Sara but it was too late, Charlotte was gone. Sara was now all alone, in a graveyard, at 3am watching a potential ghost paying respects to a long lost lover. Of course anyone would be scared in a situation like this but there was something about this man, that didn't scare Sara like she thought he would. Something about him that fascinated her, like she knew him...but were? The figure kneeled in front of the grave, placing a bladed hand on the carved out name of Kimberly. A sadness filled Sara's heart. The very scene could have broken a heart of stone, this poor man was not the creature from the ghost story but a sad creature mourning the lose of his love.

Sara's curiosity got the better of her and she moved closer to were the scissorman keeled.

Stepping from her place of safety a twig snapped under her foot giving away her location. The scissorman wiped his head in her direction, causing his hood to fly back, revealing his face in the moonlit sky.

Sara couldn't believe it, it was shadow boy! The boy from her dreams! She recognized his wild black hair and pale complexion but now she has a face, a very scared face but a face non the less.

Not knowing what to do with this girl facing him, the scissorman or as if you prefer "shadow boy " dropped everything and ran into the darkness faster then the shadows could catch his fall.

Sara stood there, dumfounded to what she just saw. The shadow boy, he's real but how could this be? So many question now replaced the shock. Who is he really? Who was Kimberly and what was she to him and ...what did he dropped on her grave? Thought Sara as she carefully drew closer to the spot where shadow boy once kneeled. Bending down, she came face to face with the name Kimberly Williams Boggs.

"What ? Why does she have my last name?" thought Sara. "It might be a coincidence but this is too weird."

Without thinking about it Sara touched the name. There was something about this Kimberly Boggs that she need ed to find out about, some connection to why the scissorman comes to her grave at night. Looking down Sara saw what the scissorman dropped on the stone head. It was a bunch of wild blue tipped roses, freshly cut by the looks of it. picking one up her examined it and she twirled it in her hand. "What a beautiful flower, I wonder where its from?"

She must have been there for hours for the sun was about to rise before her knew it.

"Holy crap I need to get home" and with that Sara ran out of the graveyard with the rose in hand.