After trick-or-treating, a teen decides to take a different route than his friends, a shortcut home through the cemetery in the dark night.
Halfway across, he’s startled by a tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.
Trembling with fear, he spots an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at a tombstone.
“I thought you were a ghost,” says the relieved teen. “What are you doing working so late?”
“Oh, those idiots,” grumbles the old man.
“They misspelled my name!”