You were walking home after club-practice had gone on a bit to long. The sun had already set and your way was only illuminated by the streetlights leading back to your home. Then suddenly, as you turned a corner, you nearly screamed out in horror as you looked up at a massive woman dressed in a dirty white mourning dress and a white sunhat. Her skin was a sickly grey, and as she turned her head to face you, her mouth extended past her cheeks.