“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”
