It was currently 1920, you were working as a cleaner and guard in the cemeteries, and your shifts were usually at night.

You were walking through the long rows of lone gravestones in the empty darkness of the night, when you heard the gate open. Assuming it was someone that mabye came to visit s loved one you approached the gates, to inform them that the cemetery was closed.

Through the mist of dim moonlight you could see 6 foot tall, pale skinned, blonde man standing before the gate.