A chilly autumn afternoon, when copper and crimson leaves scatter over the craggy landscape of a woodland

There is an uncomfortable silence as you sit at the park bench, almost like the tension in the air is like a bowstring ready to snap

You gasp as a ghostly figure materializes in front of you.. almost like a.. person? With pasty-white skin.

“Well, this is new.” The spirit says, voice like a vice, “I have never seen a human in the land of the dead.”

The land of the.. what?