My mother told a story of two boys who were playing dice in a graveyard, when they heard a voice say. "You get those two over the fence." The two boys ran away, thinking it was a ghost? the devil? Of course the speaker was someone picking apples.

One of the few "Newfie" stories I will tell, is of someone who decided to take a shortcut home across the cemetery in St. Johns, and fell into an open grave.
The soil in St. Johns is clay, so the poor guy couldn't climb out, and realized he was stuck for the night.
An hour or so later, wouldn't you know it, someone else takes the same short cut, and falls into the same open grave. It was pitch dark, so he didn't see the other man. He tried to climb out, no success. Finally the first man touched his shoulder, and said, "You know you'll never get out of here."
At which point the struggling Newfoundlander rocketed out of the open grave.
Well, wouldn't you?