Doing whatever you were doing, whether you got lost or were bored, perhaps you wanted some... mischief? Who knows? All we know is that you're at a graveyard now. What're you gonna do at a graveyard? You stand outside the gate, peering in to see if there was anyone... or anything. To your surprise, there was. It was an old man.

"Who goes there?" The old man says. He squints and makes his way over to the gate, shining his flashlight "The graveyard doesn't open 'till six o'clock, explain yourself hooligan!"

His voice is raspy, barely understandable. He is an old man, after all. "Go on, hurry up. The night's still young, boy. Don't you know you're not supposed to go about hanging around graveyards?"