The ghastly ghost floats through the countryside on all hallows eve. The local denizens run screaming when it comes near, but it seems not to notice. When witnesses describe the encounter with the specter, they recount that it made not a sound but inexplicably recall a guttural, pained moan. It shows itself all over town, never quite appearing were expected, it's path as unknown as it's purpose for existing. It does this until the rise of the next mornings sun, whereupon it disappears, it's last appearance hard to calculate, as it seems to be everywhere at once in most instances. The townsfolk may not be able to conceive where such a creature originates from, but they know why it's here. It is evidenced by all the empty hampers in the town come morning. Somewhere, in a hellish plane of horrors unknown lies an unsightly and - by all accounts, large - pile of soiled undergarments. This ghost is not only ghastly, but a bit of a perv as well.