In the 1970s/80s, we used to hang around rural crossroads at night, taking turns to stand wearing a hooded cloak, carrying a scythe. We'd slowly point a finger at oncoming vehicles. We stopped doing it after a car went in to the ditch. Sorry to all who thought they saw Death.
@fesshole Fucking. Brilliant.
@baiteh @fesshole reminds me of a story from one of the books by James Herriot, telling the story of the Rains Ghost, in truth Triston Farnon, real name Brian Sinclair who played a trick on oncoming cars at night near a Monastery. Brian would dress up as a monk and cars would see what they thought was the ghost of a former occupant of that Monastery. Brian liked to see the cars screaming off into the distance.
@bigpawedbear @fesshole I must've missed that one, great books!
@baiteh @fesshole yes indeed they are. I think the story was in All things Bright and Beautiful, though that book may be bundled with others depending on the edition you find. the american market editions often had two books in one volume.