Author's note: again, I warn you for suicidal themes.

It was more than risky, it was just plain stupid to go back, but I couldn't help myself. The old train dump was where people went to die.

It had been where I was going to die, before I heard the music.

November 2nd, and I had crossed the river, made my way through the labyrinths of rusty metal train cars in various states of decay, to the most secluded place I could find, before pulling out my knife. They would never find me here, they would never think to look. I had pierced my chest, but just barely, when it started. A ghostly voice, singing the opening lyrics to Sally's Song. I opened my eyes, lowering the knife. Ignoring the bloodstain on my gray sweater, I looked around, trying to find the origin of the heavenly notes.

The full moon shown through the doorless caboose, illuminating a figure. It, no, she was looking away from me staring up at the moon. she was impossibly thin, wearing a floor length dress and a veil. Light shown through her, as if she wasn't all there.

Dazzled, I stood up, stepping on a twig. She turned, unsurprised. Her face looked almost skeletal, but not quite a skull. She looked me over, then turned and went back to singing. I waited, awestruck by the angel before me. I don't know when I decided to leave, but next thing I knew, I was back across the river, with the lights of Crossford in view. The stain on my sweater was gone. I wandered home, to the brick apartment house my family lived in. The door was still unlocked. Up the rickety stairs to my blue wallpapered room, I flopped onto my bed. I felt in my pocket for the knife, and discovered it missing. maybe it had fallen into the river?

The day in between was a friday, I had to go to school. It took all I had to focus on the lesson, and that evening I was exhausted, yet sleep never came. Curiosity, fascination, whatever you want to call it, but I couldn't pull my thoughts from the woman on the train. I eventually stopped trying to sleep, and opened my eyes.

I knew what I needed to do. I put on a pair of comfortable slacks and my sweater again, adding a big jacket on top.

I was about to leave my house, when something stopped me. I headed back up the stairs, and stole an outfit of my sister's. Out in the town again, I went through the same motions as I had last night. Down the ally behind my house, out into the field behind town where the playground used to be, now only a rusted metal swing set hung onto life.

Thunder rumbled as I got to the edge of the river. There was no turning back now, I had to cross, so I slid into the icy water. Lightning struck not a hundred feet away, toppling a huge tree. I swam as fast as I could, parallel to the current as father had taught me. The other side grew steadily nearer, and eventually I crawled up onto the shore, shivering. The cold front caused by the coming rain rolled over me, chilling me to the bone. Despite the cold, I stood up, and walked into the graveyard. Maybe the trains blocked the wind a bit, for it was warmer in here. I didn't remember the path, but I'm quite sure something pulled me in the right direction, for next thing I knew, I was back.

She stood there again, on the same train car. I was about to offer her the clothing, but I discovered the river had taken it. I looked again, and, to my surprise, she was wearing the skirt and blouse I had brought.

"Um. Hello miss," I began shyly.

She turned and smiled softly at me.

"It was irresponsible to return. you could have been hurt." She said, but her voice didn't sound reprimanding.

"I know."

She stepped off the car with impossible grace, the moonlight following her.

"What is your name?" she asked.

" D-Daniel. And yours? "

"Rose. Whenever you do return, it will be safer for you. The tree that fell bridged the river for you."

"Who... Who are you? If it's not rude to ask."

"You know my name, though perhaps name isn't what you want to know. I'm a church grim."

"You, you're not a dog. "

"Well, I was the first to be buried in this gravyard, so I guess that makes me its grim." She said, laughing. We sat down, and I found my clothes were dry. I don't really know what happened next, but we talked for a long time, or at least I think we did.

Next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to see the roof of my room. On it was a small chalk drawing which hasn't been there before, I sat up, and found I was in pajamas again. In my hand was a note which read,

"If you need me, touch the rune. Stay safe, child."

I smiled, and fell onto my pillow, going back to sleep.