Thai food takeaway had been taken away, and we were walking to the car.
"This church looks a bit creepy," I muttered darkly, staring up at what looked, in the shadows, like a Gothic sandstone mammoth under the trees.
"Ya. Let's go."
"That thing looks a bit creepy," I muttered, still darkly, once we'd buckled in.
"That thing, in front there with the head sticking out the front."
(It was some kind of memorial gateway with a cherub head, torso, arms and wings in relief.)
"Oh! Didn't see it. Ya lah... very creepy. And this guy..."
I looked at the couple walking up the street. Short, nondescript woman. Tall, wild-haired, pale-faced, unnaturally thin guy. Yesss...
"... looks a bit creepy also."
"Yeah, so let's go. Door locked?"
"You think I wait for you to tell me meh, with this kind of people about? Hey, what's he carrying?"
I dared not answer, having seen what Creepy Guy was carrying. I waited for her to figure it out, which she did:
"He's carrying... a head!"
For indeed, that dark night on Glebe Point Road, our paths had intersected with Creepy Guy who was evidently on his way home from a hot date at the sculpture studio or something. Because he was, in actual fact, carrying a human head. Not a real one, fortunately, but the effect was no less eerie in the shadow of Creepy Gothic Church and Creepy Angel Head Memorial.
We high-tailed it home, while the pad thai and pad see eew stayed warm and fragrant in their plastic microwaveable boxes.