In the heart of an ancient graveyard, there existed a ghost bound by a curse. It was a spirit that could not move beyond the cold iron gates, forever trapped within the stone and earth.

The Ghost lived a lonely existence. It wandered aimlessly, observing the world outside the gates with longing. It yearned for freedom, for release from its eternal prison.

The graveyard was a place of peace, yet it had a chilling atmosphere. The Ghost spent its days drifting among the tombstones, recounting forgotten tales of those buried beneath.

One night, as the Ghost floated by the graves, it felt a presence unlike any other. The air grew colder, and a strange figure emerged from the shadows.

The figure was tall, shrouded in a cloak as black as the night itself. In its skeletal hand, it held a gleaming scythe. It was Death.

The Ghost felt a shiver of fear. It had never encountered Death before, but it recognized it instantly. The sight of Death was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

Death, seemingly unbothered by the presence of the Ghost, continued its grim task. It roamed the graveyard, silently collecting the newly departed souls.

The Ghost watched Death work, fascinated by the grim figure's methodical movements. It felt a strange connection to this being who, like it, was bound to the world of the dead.

Gathering its courage, the Ghost approached Death. It asked the grim figure why it was trapped in the graveyard, why it couldn't move on like the other spirits.

Death stopped its work, turning its hollow gaze towards the Ghost. It spoke in a voice as cold as the winter wind, saying the Ghost was bound by unfinished business.

The Ghost was taken aback. It had no memories of its past life, no clue about any unfinished business. It pleaded with Death to help it remember.

Death, after a moment's silence, agreed. It touched its scythe to the Ghost's ethereal form, and the Ghost's past life rushed back in a cascade of memories.

The Ghost remembered a life of love and loss, of joy and sorrow. It remembered a promise made to a dying loved one, a promise it had failed to keep.

Realization dawned upon the Ghost. Its unfinished business was the unkept promise. It thanked Death and resolved to fulfill the promise.

The Ghost spent the following days reaching out to the living, trying to make them aware of its presence. It was a challenging task, but it was determined.

After many failed attempts, it finally managed to communicate with a medium. It relayed its unfulfilled promise through her, hoping the message would reach its intended recipient.

The message was delivered, and the promise was finally fulfilled. The Ghost felt a sense of peace wash over it. Its chains of regret were finally broken.

As the sun rose, a change came over the Ghost. It felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted. It could feel the pull of the beyond.

Death appeared once more, this time for the Ghost. It congratulated the Ghost on fulfilling its purpose and offered it its hand.

The Ghost felt no fear this time. It took Death's hand, ready to depart from the world it had been chained to for so long.

And so, the Ghost left the graveyard, its eternal prison, and moved on to the next phase of its existence. It was no longer trapped, no longer a lost spirit.

Death watched the Ghost fade away, a small smile playing on its skeletal features. It resumed its work, knowing another soul had found peace.

The graveyard returned to its peaceful state, the only evidence of the Ghost's existence was the peaceful feeling that now enveloped it. The tale of the lost spirit had come to a close.