Twilight Spectre

Walking through a tropical grove last Friday, the warm evening air was suddenly replaced by a chill, the birdsong ceased, and in front of me, a spectral presence appeared.

In local folklore, spirits with hands in pockets are the most feared of all

The spectre then explained that he in fact wasn't a visitor from the underworld, instead he was a mortal human whose green clammy skin was explained by being food-poisoned by a mouldy chicken-burger that lunchtime.