A/N: I just realized Davey shares a name with Hell's Kitchen S6 winner: Dave Levey. I gave him the name David or Davey because of a meme, and Levy because Spencer Kassimir's last name was supposed to be Levy in the original Graveyard Ghouls story. Lol I hope that doesn't hinder your reading experience.

Davey sprinted as quickly as he could, back to the front of the graveyard and to his bike. All the while the man in overalls was chasing him, shouting and cursing.

"What do you think you're doing here?!" shouted the man or ghoul who was pursuing Davey. "Don't you know what happens to people here?!"

"I'm sorry-" panted Davey running through the graveyard. "I didn't mean to disturb you!"

The gravestones became a gray-silvery blur as Davey tore through the cemetery in the moonlit night, the fireflies had parted and fluttered away.

He had underestimated how far he had traversed through the old graveyard while investigating and cooperating with a playful ghost.

Soon enough he reached the creaky wooden gate and his mountain bike. He peered back and saw the man several rows back trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you!" he cried to the man as he got his bike and tore down the creek leading back to his house. "I'm leaving for good!"

He pedaled and pedaled still full of adrenaline and with a rush washed over him to get as much distance from the ghoul he saw and the haunted graveyard. Davey's adrenaline gave him all the stamina he could muster as he kept pedaling. As he pedaled down the creek, no sound could be heard but the rough friction of his tires pushing along the ground moving him forward, as the faint sound of water sloshed against the rocks.

Soon enough he was back at his house, and he viewed the his sports watch for the time.

"It's only 4:56," he breathed, sneaking into his back patio, shutting the gate. It was still unlocked just how he planned. He quickly changed into his pajamas he left behind, and slipped through back screen door that he left unlocked for his return. Davey shut the door softly behind him and snuck through the apartment back to his room.

Davey was relieved, he managed his investigation, managed to sneak out, and possibly has proof that he met a ghost. But unfortunately for the young investigator - he saw an even more frightening sight when he opened his door. Something more scary than a ghoul or a shadowy figure in the night.

The next day at lunch, Jack and Kenny roared with laughter. They were laughing so hard that a teacher had to tell the boys to settle down. Davey just rolled his eyes and sipped his chocolate milk.

"Busted!" laughed Jack, fighting another outburst of laughter.

"Smooth move, Davey." chuckled Kenny sarcastically.

"It's not that funny," grumbled Davey, rolling his eyes. "That was the angriest I've ever seen mom."

"Well what did you expect?" asked Jack, quietly offering Davey his milk he didn't want. "You went out to the most dangerous place in town in the middle of the night, bro."

"I mean it shows how much guts you got." added Kenny.

"I wish I could prove it," sighed Davey, accepting the milk Jack didn't want. "Mom took all of my stuff from me, and grounded me for a month!"

"Ouch," remarked Kenny, taking a bite of his chicken sandwich. "Well maybe you could prove it in a month then?"

Jack shrugged and nodded in agreement at Kenny's idea. Davey just ran his fingers through his curly hair in frustration.

"I guess," huffed Davey with a frown and a yawn. He was still very exhausted from the night before. "I really saw something there last night."

"You sure it wasn't the old trees?" asked Jack thoughtfully. "The moon was full all last night. The moon could've caused a trick of the light or something."

"The EMF Reader was going off," explained Davey defensively. "There was something there, I know it."

"Were you near power lines?" asked Kenny, scarfing down his spicy chicken sandwich. "You were on a huge hill near power lines. Maybe that was making the reader go off."

Davey went silent and felt defeated in his thoughts. Jack and Kenny could've unfortunately been right. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on him. And if he were near power lines, it most certainly could've been effecting his mind too. Many times on his favorite show, Ghost Hunters, they've explained that being near power sockets and lines can trigger paranoia and affect a line of thought - thus making you believe a ghost was there.

"That doesn't explain that ghoul I saw that chased me," put in Davey. "Explain that."

"What?" both Jack and Kenny shrieked together. Davey smirked in triumph.

"It was some old pale looking ghoul," Davey told them. "He had yellow teeth, and he was lanky with glasses -"

Jack and Kenny snickered. Davey looked confused.

"What kinda ghoul wears glasses, Davey?" asked Jack trying not to burst into a roar of a laugh. "Bro come on."

"So what did he do?" added Kenny. "He grabbed his glasses and then decided to chase ya out?"

Now both boys were howling with laughter, prompting a teacher on lunch duty to come over to shush the boys once more. But Davey had gotten up in a huff and left to study hall before the teacher could reach the table.

"Those guys really get on my nerves," thought Davey to himself, his fists clenched. "I know I saw a ghost! I know I saw a ghoul! I'll prove it in a month!"

"Mom I'm gonna shoot some hoops!" called Davey, retrieving his basketball from his closet.

"You have thirty minutes!" Mrs. Levy called back sternly. "If you're not back in time - I'll take the basketball too!"

"Okay..." groaned Davey in response. He then moped to the front door, and left in a huff.

As Davey shot basket after basket, he couldn't help but to remember Jack and Kenny's logic trains as they swirled around in his head, countering every internal argument he had for their logic.

"Maybe the EMF Reader was reading the lines," murmured Davey, shooting another basket. "I was really high on the hill-"

"Hello," greeted a friendly sounding voice, breaking Davey from his internal schism.

Davey turned around and nearly gasped. It was a pale girl who he had never seen before, either at school or in the apartment complex. She was tall, just like Davey - and she had flowing jet black hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a worn-out red t-shirt with a faded Wonder Woman logo stretching across, with acid-washed blue jeans and red and white Chuck Taylor shoes.

Davey was so stunned that the basketball he shot bounced off the hoop and struck him in his head, breaking him from his stunned silence.

"I'm David, uh-I mean I'm Davey!" he spluttered, blushing and picking up his basketball in a flurry. "Yeah, Davey."

The pale girl laughed. "I'm Jean. Nice to meet you. This time formally."

Davey tried hard not to blush. To him, she was kinda cute.

"We've met before?" he asked, curiously.

"I saw you sneaking out the complex the other night," she purred calmly. "I heard some pedaling and saw you going down the creek."

Davey was sure he was very quiet sneaking out of Evergreen Ridge, and slipping down the creek but maybe he wasn't as sneaky as he thought after all.

"I guess I've just never seen you around here before," said Davey in a friendly manner. "Did you guys move in yesterday or something?"

"Yeah we did," replied Jean sadly. "I used to live in a scary part of Indiana."

"Gary?" joked Davey.

Jean laughed. "No. It's just that I don't like to talk about it."

"It was worth a guess." shrugged Davey, laughing.

"I was wondering though," began Jean with a smile. "You seem like a nice guy, wanna hang out with me and some friends some time?"

He looked bewildered. There weren't any other children his age, that he knew of, that lived in the apartment complex.

"Friends from school?" asked Davey. "I've never seen you around there before."

"Well they go to my school," explained Jean. "I go to the big private school across town."

"Your rich private school friends would want to hang out with a guy like me?" he retorted, sounding surprised.

"Trust me, they're cool Davey." replied Jean with a friendly smile.

"It'll have to be in a month then," sighed Davey, remembering his predicament. "In fact I don't even think I'm supposed to be talking to you."

Jean laughed. "You got busted for sneaking out, didn't ya?"

"Yeah, yeah," breathed Davey, annoyed. "That'll be the last time I ever sneak out to go to -. Nevermind."

"Go where?" asked Jean curiously. "I was wondering where you were sneaking out to, so late."

He was about to shoot another basket, but stopped. He looked around to make sure no one was listening or anyone else was around.

"I snuck off to the cemetery," he whispered. "I'm a paranormal investigator."

Jean's blue eyes opened wide. "You openly went there?"

"Well yeah," shrugged Davey loftily. "I wanted to see why the place is so famous."

"Did you see the ghoul there?" she asked shockingly.

"I did see a ghoul!" shrieked Davey, sounding relieved that he really might've seen something. "He was a pale old-looking guy!"

Jean's eyes widened. "You must've seen Old Man Wallace." she concluded, with a stern glare.

"Old Man Wallace?" repeated Davey, now standing closer to Jean.

"Yes," she whispered. "Old Man Wallace is a nasty old guy. He hates kids."

"Like how bad?" asked Davey, scratching his head. "When I was there, he chased me out of there but didn't keep chasing me when I sped off."

"Like Freddy Krueger type of hate." replied Jean, in a low tone.

"Oh...he killed a kid?" he asked in a shaky tone. Unbeknownst to Jean, he was quite terrified of those movies. To Davey, it was possible for an evil enough ghost or even a ghoul to do what Freddy does.

"When he was alive he did," explained Jean grimly. "And then he got caught, he...well..."

Davey understood what she meant. "He avoided getting caught by taking -"

"Yeah," affirmed Jean, nodding. "He haunts the cemetery now. In fact he's so evil and scary that no other ghosts dare awaken."

Davey looked puzzled for a moment. "How do you know about this? I was told the cemetery isn't allowed to be spoken of."

Jean turned away from Davey, and he heard a faint sniff come from her.

"He killed my sister Madelyn." she finally said in a whispery low tone.

Davey turned and nearly cried. He always has missed his father. But Jean knew his pain, and what's worse in his mind - was that she shouldn't. It wasn't time for Madelyn.

"That's awful," moaned Davey, trying not to cry himself. He placed his hand on Jean's shoulder and she was cold to the touch. "Oh wow you're cold!"

"I'm getting over a flu bug." she said quickly. At the risk of getting sick Davey quickly jerked his hand away.

"Sometimes it makes me sad when I realize my dad's gone," Davey related, trying to fight tears. "Maybe we can help each other with our losses."

"I'd like that," said Jean with a sad smile. "I knew we'd be good friends."

Davey smiled. He didn't mind Jack and Kenny so much, but there was something different about this person. Not only was she a girl, but she was a girl who wanted to be his friend.

"I'd like that too, Jean." he replied warmly. "Do you play basket-"

But Davey was cut off by his watch going off. Time was up.

"Oh shoot," he groaned. "I gotta go home. Wanna talk again tomorrow?"

"Of course!" replied Jean excitedly. "I hope I can at least, me and my friends are kinda night owls."

"I'd like to think I'm worth the effort of a good sleeping schedule." chuckled Davey slyly.

Jean chortled. "Okay, I'll try."

"Awesome!" shouted Davey excitedly, as he began running back home. "Bye!"

"Bye Davey!" replied Jean, beaming and waving. "Also if you ever need anything, I can always help!"

"Okay!" Davey called back happily.

"A cute girl wants to be friends!" thought Davey happily as he got closer to his apartment. "A cute girl wants to be friends with me!"

Once he got to 11G, he looked back to wave but was astonished to see - Jean was gone.

"She probably went back to her own house or something." he murmured to himself. But his mind began to wander back to Highgrave. He thought about The Shadow and The Ghoul. He thought about the empty grave. But a different thought had crossed his mind too regarding his new friend.

"Nah, the shadow wasn't her," thought Davey, as he walked into the apartment. "It couldn't have been her."

As Davey washed his hands for dinner that night he thought silently about his recorder. A concerned part of him still had his thoughts about Jean and about his ghoul. A part of him was still concerned about the empty grave.

But an excited part of him was quite excited for his new mystery. In fact, a part of him was excited to go back to Highgrave Cemetery. To take the long hike up the hill to find out more about Old Man Wallace, to find out more about just why that grave was empty.

"Hey mom," called Davey to his mom, who was in the kitchen.

"Yes son?" she replied, walking in with her plate and his.

"Lasagna?" asked Davey happily. "Yes!"

"That's what you wanted to say?" asked Mrs. Levy with a chuckle.

"No-no I was gonna ask, are there still burials at Highgrave Cemetery?" he rebounded in a cautious tone.

Mrs. Levy frowned. "I'll tell you what, we can have one final conversation about that place. But no more after tonight. Deal?"

"Deal." replied a sullen Davey.

Mrs. Levy had a look of regret, and shook her head before speaking.

"Alright then. No," replied Mrs. Levy with a serious glare. "From what your dad told me about his time he spent investigating there, the place hasn't had funeral in three decades."

"No one has been buried there for thirty years?"

"Yes," Mrs. Levy quickly answered. "The last person was a teenage girl. She had a Latin name I believe, but I can't remember her name exactly."

"There was a freshly dug grave there when I went," began Davey slowly. "Maybe there was a funeral today?"

"I doubt it," shrugged Mrs. Levy. "Most burials are at a cemetery that's all the way up near north Highgrave. It's a thirty minute drive away from the big hill, and that's when school isn't in session. It's way longer going through school zones. Maybe you saw a leftover grave from a cancelled funeral thirty years ago."

"You're right," sighed Davey, still not feeling satisfied about the mystery. "I'm ready to let it go. Let's eat."

Mrs. Levy smiled, relieved. "That's the best decision you've made in the last twenty-four hours."

Davey just rolled his eyes and continued eating. But he couldn't help but to feel perplexed. Now there was another mystery. "Who was the last person buried in Highgrave? Was it The Shadow? Was it really Old Man Wallace but it was a girl, right? Or are my parents mistaken? Was it Jean's sister?"

"I gotta find out," thought Davey, whose mind was in a flurry. "Who did I see at Highgrave? And who is Old Man Wallace?"

Later that night, Davey laid down to sleep for a much needed rest with all of his questions still buzzing in his head. There were tests to do tomorrow with Mrs. Collins-White and long weekend of chores as per his grounding.

As he laid down, he reached over to the picture of his father laying on his bedside table and stared at the picture for what felt like a long time.

"I wish you were here," he sighed. "I wish that shadow was you. I wish I knew who it was. I wish there wasn't a whole mystery to solve. I wish that Jean girl wasn't suspicious."

Davey looked at the picture wishing and wishing. He wanted to go to Highgrave now. Maybe find out The Shadow. Maybe even defeat the ghoul he saw, and give his mysterious new friend some closure.

But as he looked more at the picture of his father, and stared into his dad's serious-looking brown eyes, he thought about his mother, and he began to feel conflicted.

"I really can't go back," he sighed, talking to the photo. "I'm all she has left of you."

He saw a faint reflection of himself from the glass cover from the frame. He even had to admit he looked nearly identical to his father. His father was a brown-skinned man with very short buzz cut black hair, while Davey was tan and with longer curly brown hair.

He felt like he could hear his father's voice agreeing with him. Telling him he can't and why.

"Maybe I should just investigate other areas in town when I get my stuff back - well our stuff, I should say." he suggested quietly. "Maybe that's the right thing to do."

Now he felt maybe his dad would approve. After all, he was pursued by something. And it was a something that came after kids.

"Yeah, forget that place," he declared, talking to the picture. "That will be my first, last, and only investigation of that old graveyard on the hill."

Davey yawned a heavy yawn and placed the frame back on the bedside table facing him. With that declaration, he began to feel a wave of comfort washing over him.

"After all you used to always say, 'Some things should just be left alone.'". he said in another yawn.

And with that Davey went to sleep, hoping his next month being grounded goes a lot smoother...

If only it did...

A/N: X-Men fans will get my little reference in this chapter. But I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Trust me, things are about to heat up.