It began to rain. The somber crowd pulled out their black umbrellas and opened them up. Many of them were crying, and the few who weren't were holding back tears.
There were too many graves. All of them looked exactly the same: small, square, and gray, with eerie blue words that seemed to glow.
The graves were all homes to young children who had mysteriously disappeared. No one know what had happened to any of them.
Soon, the grieving parents left until the graveyard was empty.
Later at midnight, a full moon rose and stars glimmered in the sky. And then the children rose from their graves.
One by one each ghost came out and formed a circle.
Then, once they were all there, they started to sing in one slow, eerie voice:
"Ring arounddddd the rooooosieeeee, pooooockets fuuuuull of pooooosieeeees, aaaaashes, aaaaashes, we alllll falllll dooooownnnnn..."
And then, they did just that: they fell down into the ground in ashes, and once more, rested in peace.