She screams and starts running down the path. After a while she
stops to catch her breath. “This is silly” she thinks to herself
“there must be a rational explanation.”
She slowly retraces her steps and walks towards the
direction of the sound – tap, tap, tap. There, sitting on a
grave, is a gentle old man with a small hammer and chisel.
He is tapping out an inscription on the tombstone.
“Phew! You scared me” the girl says, relieved upon seeing him. “What
are you carving there?” The old man turns to her and smiles.
“I’m just correcting the spelling of my name”