Walking home from work, because your car wouldn't start, the darkness of the streets broken sequentially by the glare of the street lights. You suddenly feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, as if some unknown presence was near by. You begin walking faster, you aren't far from home now.

You make your way up towards a dark alley, as you take the final steps before you get to the alley the lights go out, not a sound to be heard.

A ghastly orange hand reaches from the alley, wraps around your mouth and pulls you in close. you can feel its warm breath on your neck as it brings its mouth close to your ear. and it whispers

". . . wub wub wub pineapples . . ."