M and I were walking down the street, minding our own business, when suddenly an ominous sound did appear. A shrill squeaking coming from directly behind us. At first we did not turn...we simply silenced and continued on a few steps. The sound persisted so we turned our heads without slowing our pace. Oh the horror...a zombie pushing a large black case on a single minature wheel, hot on our heals! I think the case contained laughing gas because we were overcome with the giggles the entire block.

Thinking back, it might just have been some guy staring ahead with his mouth hanging open and pushing along a stand up bass. Either way, it's pretty frightening.

True Story.