The Mad Ghost

I had never believed in ghosts until that night. It was a dark night in the cemetery on New Orleans. I was visiting my dead grandfather. I was heartbroken.
I stayed there for one hour or so, standing in front of the grave, looking at it sternly. I was starting to leave, when I heard a noise coming from behind. I returned to the grave of my grandfather, when I noticed something: there was a hole in front of the grave, and his corpse wasn't there!. At first, I was furious, because it was probably a joke from someone. But then, minutes later, I was terrified when I saw the ghost of my grandfather!. It looked handsome, but at the same time, disgusting.. I started to run. The ghost was following me, so I didn't look back.
I got to my car and got the hell out of there. I never visited my grandfather after that...