Years ago working as security for a well known national holiday company. There were three blokes who did the night shift cleaning and clearing the ballroom after the entertainment and evrbody getting pissed. Two of the guys, Alex and Ray did it for the accomadation, food and beer money, Joe however was a local boy and half a step away from being the village idiot.The building they worked in was all glass fronted with a wooden dance floor. Being the middle of summer obviously at night with the building cooling down you could sit in the restaurant at night and hear it creaking and groaning. Every time there was a noise you could see Joes head going and following the noise. One night he asked the fatal question, " Whats all that noise from upstairs ", " Dont worry " says me, " the grim reaper stops off up there when he's having a quiet night " ( bad bastard )" really " says Joe. My cuntish mind starts working overtime.Joe had never seen the entertainers show. This used to kick off with them coming on stage in a monks outfit with the hood up and a white face mask obscuring everything.Joe was on his own upstairs one night on his own for a while. In the meantime I had got my mitts on one of the outfits and a mask and given it to Ray who made his way to the stage. When I knew Ray had got into position I switched the lights off leaving one on Joe and one on the stage, at this Joe turned round to see an apparition on stage pointing at him and in a low mournfoul tone saying JOOOOOOOOOOOOE, poor bastard did an on the spot pogo dance with his broom, ran screaming from the ballroom, crashed through the fire escape, fell arse over tit down the stairs and ran screaming up the road. We never saw the poor fucker again.......wonder why ?