Hey bloggers! You know, my friend told me this story.. Not scary or anything but I just wanted to post it. It's called, )The Night it Rained( - I was driving home from work when I saw a little boy drenched in rain, of course, because it was raining. He was standing on the sidewalk next to the cemitary. He agreed for me to drive him home. I gave him my sweater and he told me where he lived. I dropped him off at his house and I told him I'd pick up my sweater the next day. I asked him what his name was and he said, "Drake." The following morning, I drove to his house. A woman answered the door when I knocked. I asked to see Drake because he borrowed my sweater. The woman looked at me weirdly and said that they had a son named Drake, but he died a year ago. I became confused, I apologized and drove to the cemitary. I nervously looked for Drake's grave, and I found it. There, spread upon his grave, was my sweater. - AquaClarise: When my friend was telling me this, I sort of guessed she's see a skeleton hanging wearing her sweater. Well I got that wrong...