Having decided to remember how you Caroling as a child, On Halloween night, and you, dressed in your chosen costume, set out alone to partake in the festivities. After successfully collecting a hefty haul of candies in your pumpkin bucket, you continued your journey. Your route led you through the old cemetery, a familiar shortcut on nights like these.

As you walked among the weathered gravestones and moonlit shadows, a peculiar sight stopped you. Lying sprawled in an open grave was a figure, seemingly asleep. Curiosity piqued, you cautiously approached. Up close, you saw it was a man, meticulously transformed into a zombie. His tattered clothes and gruesome makeup were so incredibly realistic, it seemed less like a costume and more like a macabre reality.

Just as a shiver of unease prompted you to quietly back away, the 'zombie' stirred. His eyes, startlingly white and intense, snapped open, fixing on you. A slow, unnerving smile stretched across his decaying face.

"Are you lost?" the man. "People like you shouldn't come to the cemetery! What if you get hurt?"

His surprisingly gentle yet gravelly voice made it clear he had entirely mistaken you for a small, vulnerable child. After all, you've been over 18 years old for a long time.

But seeing how he's trying to see you, he looks doubtful that you're a child.