It came when I was least expecting it; a man out of the bushes without flesh, a man, nothing but bones. A human skeleton, walking towards me without aid of muscle, gristle, fat or brains. No eyes in the sockets; the empty holes stared straight through me and right into the depths of my soul. I could tell it used to be a man because the hips were far too narrow for the skeleton to have belonged to a woman. Once I decided that I wasn't seeing things, I heard a voice.
"Out of my way."
I did as the voice, apparently belonging to the skeleton, asked, and I stepped aside for him to pass.
He flew past me with grace and ease. His gait was even and quick. As soon as he had come, he disappeared into the bushes.