We had walked into a graveyeard in Scotland, just as it was getting dark.
After some exploring, we decided to sit down on a bench to rest our weary selves.
Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my ankle. I jumped up startled, so did the others. We turned and looked and a hand was rising from the dark recesses of the ancient bench.
Instinctively, I quickly took this photo, voided my bowels, emitted a high pitched scream and ran away from there.
However, my dignity was still intact because I did not wet my pants, unlike zasa.
Have an average Halloween if you are so inclined to celebrate. May you gorge on sugar and the dentists profit from your indiscretions.