Given the amount of time we histotechs spend in cemeteries, it's not surprising that many of our adventures take place there. I remember one day, PDC (pre-digital camera), transcribing some relevant stones in the Braymer Burying Ground in Washington County, New York. I was happily puzzling out one old stone, totally unaware that ghostly hands had reached out from the ground, gently circled my ankles, and were slowly pulling me into the earth. I completed my transcription, started to move to the next stone, and discovered I was trapped! My feet had disappeared! Thankfully, I was able to pull free. Did I leave the cemetery? Of course not! But I completed the rest of my transcriptions without standing still.