The woman sat alone at the bar. He approached her.

“Hi, I’m Dan, would you like a drink?”

“My name is Elisa. Would you like to fuck me, instead?”

“Yes. Where?”

“The cemetery?”

In the moonlight, skirt hitched high, panties down, she bent over a gravestone. 

"It will be tonight," she gasped as he plunged his cock into her. She screamed in pleasure as the grave opened, a skeleton reached out and grabbed her around her throat. Dan jumped back and stared in horror as she was pulled into the abyss.

The gravestone bore the name, Elisa. Died 1665.