"'Now. I want to know what you are doing here at two am.' a voice whispered in my ear. " Ruth's your typical orphan girl with fucked up fosterparents. When she decides to visit her parents' graves after midnight, things go wrong. Badly. She wakes up the next morning, finding out two men were found dead at the graveyard. O, and she somehow got livor mortis all over her face, in the shape of a hand... In the following days, her uncle gets killed and her aunt hangs herself. It seems like Ruth is dancing with the death, quite literally. -I really didn't know in what categorie to put this story, so please don't hate me. It isn't exactly horror, but it's neither action or romance. It's somewhere in between I guess. Hope you guys like it.