The Dead Walk!

Okay, I know I get repetitive in these security guard posts, and if I don't get fired from this job (fat chance, going by history), I'll have a heck of a lot of these stories to share.  So, there's a wedding going on (or soon to be) on the third floor, and I happened to glance at the security cameras pointed at the stairs right below . . . and darned if this doesn't look like a melon-farming ghost.
The Dead Walk!
No, no, I'm aware it's just a wedding guest, and a perfectly harmless one (despite her propensity for texting while driving and cruelly unscrewing the lids  on salt shakers at restaurants) . . . but look at this photo again, will ya?  Does it not look like she's got a skull for a face?  Or at least two empty eye sockets instead of a pair of baby blues?
No?  Perfectly normal, perfectly innocent, and I'm a piece of crap for insinuating that your sweet, ordinary drive-texter might be a creature of the night?  I guess we see what we want to see.