You find yourself in a graveyard at night. What ever your reason for being there, the daylight is gone now and it's time for you to leave. On your way out, or in the direction you hope would lead you out, you spot a woman in white. In fact, a wedding dress. What do you suppose she'd doing there, and at this late hour. Certainly she must be more frightened than you. Perhaps she needs your help, so you approach her quietly, hoping not to scare her. The closer you get, the more lovely her form is, and her head turned, allowing you a glimps of her smooth pale profile. Perhaps she is morning the death of someone she was to marry on her wedding day? Perhaps you can comfort her. Your heart beats faster as you reach out to tap her shoulder and offer to escort her out of this dark place. She turns, and you can see what she really is. You try to run, but you've been lured in too close, and the living dead is upon you.
