GHOST STORIES....."Gather 'round the UMA campfire kiddies.."

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

The Hanging by Ambrose Bierce

An old man named Daniel Baker, living near Lebanon, Iowa, was suspected by his neighbors of having murdered a peddler who had obtained permission to pass the night at his house. This was in 1853, when peddling was more common in the Western country than it is now, and was attended with considerable danger. The peddler with his pack traversed the country by all manner of lonely roads, and was compelled to rely upon the country people for hospitality. This brought him into relation with queer characters, some of whom were not altogether scrupulous in their methods of making a living, murder being an acceptable means to that end. It occasionally occurred that a peddler with diminished pack and swollen purse would be traced to the lonely dwelling of some rough character and never could be traced beyond.




This was so in the case of "old man Baker," as he was always called. (Such names are given in the western "settlements" only to elderly persons who are not esteemed; to the general disrepute of social unworth is affixed the special reproach of age.) A peddler came to his house and none went away--that is all that anybody knew.

Seven years later the Rev. Mr. Cummings, a Baptist minister well known in that part of the country, was driving by Baker's farm one night. It was not very dark: there was a bit of moon somewhere above the light veil of mist that lay along the earth. Mr. Cummings, who was at all times a cheerful person, was whistling a tune, which he would occasionally interrupt to speak a word of friendly encouragement to his horse. As he came to a little bridge across a dry ravine he saw the figure of a man standing upon it, clearly outlined against the gray background of a misty forest. The man had something strapped on his back and carried a heavy stick-- obviously an itinerant peddler. His attitude had in it a suggestion of abstraction, like that of a sleepwalker. Mr. Cummings reined in his horse when he arrived in front of him, gave him a pleasant salutation and invited him to a seat in the vehicle--"if you are going my way," he added. The man raised his head, looked him full in the face, but neither answered nor made any further movement. The minister, with good-natured persistence, repeated his invitation. At this the man threw his right hand forward from his side and pointed downward as he stood on the extreme edge of the bridge. Mr. Cummings looked past him, over into the ravine, saw nothing unusual and withdrew his eyes to address the man again. He had disappeared. The horse, which all this time had been uncommonly restless, gave at the same moment a snort of terror and started to run away. Before he had regained control of the animal the minister was at the crest of the hill a hundred yards along. He looked back and saw the figure again, at the same place and in the same attitude as when he had first observed it. Then for the first time he was conscious of a sense of the supernatural and drove home as rapidly as his willing horse would go.

On arriving at home he related his adventure to his family, and early the next morning, accompanied by two neighbors, John White Corwell and Abner Raiser, returned to the spot. They found the body of old man Baker hanging by the neck from one of the beams of the bridge, immediately beneath the spot where the apparition had stood. A thick coating of dust, slightly dampened by the mist, covered the floor of the bridge, but the only footprints were those of Mr. Cummings' horse.

In taking down the body the men disturbed the loose, friable earth of the slope below it, disclosing human bones already nearly uncovered by the action of water and frost. They were identified as those of the lost peddler. At the double inquest the coroner's jury found that Daniel Baker died by his own hand while suffering from temporary insanity, and that Samuel Morritz was murdered by some person or persons to the jury unknown.

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

Haunted Luna Mansion in Los Lunos,New Mexico.

The Luna-Otero Mansion in Los Lunas, New Mexico is known for its great steaks, hot chili, and great deserts; but that's not all it's known for. Evidently, it's also renowned for its resident ghosts.



In 1692 Domingo de Luna was granted land by the King of Spain in what would later become Los Lunas, New Mexico . A few years later, Don Pedro Otero arrived under similar circumstances. Over the years, the two families added to their fortunes through livestock and additional land acquisitions. Both families became extremely powerful and were involved in politics. The marriages of Solomon Luna to Adelaida Otero, and Manuel A. Otero to Eloisa Luna in the late 1800's united these two families into what became known as the Luna-Otero Dynasty.

When the Santa Fe Railroad wanted a right-of-way through the Luna property in 1880, the proposed railroad tracks were planned directly through the Luna hacienda. In order to gain their right-of-way, the railroad agreed to build a new home for Antonio Jose Luna and his family according to their specifications. Before long, a southern colonial style mansion, built with adobe materials of the southwest was completed for the family. However, Antonio Jose died in 1881, the same year that the house was completed. As a result, his oldest son, Tranquilino and his family were the first to live in the luxurious home. When Tranquilino died in 1892, his younger brother Solomon took the reins of the empire and moved into the spacious mansion.

In the early 1900s control passed to Soloman's nephew, Eduardo Otero, because Soloman had not children. In the 1920s multiple improvements to the mansion were made, including the addition of a solarium, a front portico, and ironwork that surrounded the entire property. It was Eduardo's wife, Josefita, more familiarly known as "Pepe," that was largely responsible for these many efforts. The daughter of William R. Manderfield, founder of the Santa Fe New Mexican, Josefita lovingly spent her days caring for her magnificent gardens and improving her fine home.

Over the years the mansion changed hands several times before it was purchased and renovated as a fine dining establishment in the 1970s. It was then that the ghost of Josefita began to appear. Perhaps she didn't like the renovations or maybe she just wants to stick around to make sure they were doing a good job on the home that she had spent so many years looking after.



Dressed in 1920s period clothing, she has been described by employees as appearing very real. Most often she is seen in two former bedrooms on the second floor, an attic storeroom, and at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor bar.



At the top of the stairs sits an old rocking chair which she has often been seen sitting in and rocking slowly. On one occasion when an employee approached the ghostly apparition, she simply stood up then slowly vanished. More often she is seen walking up and down the stairs, a habit that has been so commonplace that employees barely notice anymore.

Where there's one spirit, others seem to follow and more ghostly apparitions have been seen at the mansion. One of these is was a former servant named Cruz, who was thought to have been a groundskeeper. Most often seen on the main level, he is said to be particularly friendly to women and children and likes to play practical jokes on the employees and patrons. On one occasion he was seen sitting on a sofa as if waiting to be served. Dressed in vintage attire, the man was relaxing patiently when a waitress asked another staff member why he hadn't been served. However, the response was "What man?" and when the waitress looked back to the sofa, the vintage spirit faded away.

Staff suggests that other spirits also roam this historic building.

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

Lechuza by Mike Cox

At night in South Texas, especially under a big moon, things start moving.

Deer begin grazing, coarse-haired feral hogs emerge from the brush to steal corn from game feeders on the big ranches, five-foot rattlesnakes slide from their lair, the sensors on their arrowhead-shaped heads looking for warm meat. And sometimes, an owl spreads its wide wings and flies from its roost looking for prey.

But some people along the border believe that owls are more than big-eyed night feeders. Among that group are three Zavala County women who vividly remember an experience they had one night on their way home from a shopping trip to San Antonio.

Just outside Batesville on State Highway 57, a large, dark and menacing bird suddenly appeared in the headlights of their car. The bird flew ahead of them faster than the vehicle, swinging back and forth and bobbing up and down.

The woman behind the wheel pressed her foot on the gas to outdistance the bird, which at one point circled back to fly right outside the driver's window. The bird seemed to be mocking the women, but this was no mockingbird.

That's when the car went dead. The lights went dark and the vehicle stalled, slowly losing speed. The driver managed to get the car off the roadway but could not restart it. The women locked themselves in the car, stuck out in the middle of nowhere. The bird, meanwhile, had disappeared.

As mysteriously as it had died, the car eventually restarted. Sure, it could have been a loose battery wire, or any number of easy-explainable mechanical things. But as far as these three women were concerned, the answer could be articulated in one word: lechuza.


Since Spanish colonial times, generations of children in South Texas and across the river in Mexico have grown up hearing stories of lechuzas. Despite that, an internet search shows that the tradition is mostly oral.

"A lot of people believe in lechuza," says Zavala County historian and newspaper columnist Richard G. Santos. Fascinated by stories like the one told by the three women whose shopping trip ended scarily, Santos has been collecting them for several years.

A couple who for obvious reasons did not want to be named told the Crystal City writer this story:

They were on State Highway 191, headed toward Eagle Pass, when their vehicle's windshield wipers suddenly came on.

"It must be a lechuza," said the woman's husband, who reached over and turned off the wipers.

As he did that, the headlights of their vehicle illuminated a big bird sitting on a telephone pole.

"It was big and it watched us as we drove by," one of them told Santos. "It was scary."

Indeed, lechuzas have been scaring people in Mexico and South Texas for a long time.

According to Santos, lechuzas are witches - brujas - who transform themselves into birds. In most stories, the bird is an owl, but sometimes a bruja will turn into an eagle.

Another school of thought holds that not all lechuzas are brujas. Some are merely the spirits of women annoyed for a specific reason, a faithless husband or a widower who has remarried.

Those frightened by the appearances of a lechuza can fall back on four basic remedies: Prayer, tying seven knots in a string or rope, engaging the services of a curandera or blasting the bird with a shotgun or rifle.

One man told Santos he had heard as a boy about a lechuza being shot. No one could find the dead bird, but the next morning, someone discovered the body of a very unattractive, mature woman hanging across a tree branch. Needless to say, many saw a connection between the killing of the lechuza and the corpse.

Santos, a serious historian who moved to Crystal City from San Antonio to care for his elderly parents, says he does not believe in ghosts or witches. But he definitely believes in stories of ghosts and witches.

He has found that lechuzas are particularly active in Zavala County.

A lechuza can appear at any time, but these feathery witches seem particularly prone to spread their wings and terrorize those who have popped a top or two or three. Cars moving down lonely highways also seem a favorite target of lechuzas.

Fortunately, as they say on the border, "Las lechuzas, por regular, no son peligrosas." They are not dangerous. Normally.

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

I'm bumping this, cause it's on the second page....wth?

is there no other members who have Ghost Stories to tell?....where's yer Halloween spirit?

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

Not a Ghost Story, but still an interesting tale of "Wolf Girl" by Mike Cox

When the boy returned home that day he told his parents a story as horrifying as it was unbelievable.


He had gone to San Felipe Springs, north of what is now Del Rio, to tend to his family's goat herd. He said he arrived in time to find a pack of wolves attacking the terrified stock. Among the wolves, he continued, was a strange creature. Though running on all fours like the other wolves, it appeared to be a naked girl.

The beautiful Devil's River, which flows 94 miles from Sutton to Val Verde County, belongs to Texas. But the story of the Devil's River wolf girl belongs to the world.

The tale had become part of border country folklore even before the river got its modern name in September 1848. That happened when former Texas Ranger Capt. Jack Hays and a party of men hoping to blaze a wagon road from San Antonio to El Paso rode up on the stream. Looking down on it from a bluff in the middle of nowhere, Hays listened as his guide told him they had reached the San Pedro River.

"Saint Peter's, hell," Hays supposedly spat. "It looks like the devil's river to me."

Thirteen years earlier, in 1835, an Englishman named John Dent and his pregnant wife Mollie Pertul Dent came to the San Pedro-Devil's River and built a crude shelter. Originally from Georgia, the couple had come to that remote area so Dent could trap beaver along the Devil's River north of present Del Rio. They camped near what would become Juno at a spot on the river he named Beaver Lake.
All went well until one night during a thunderstorm that May when Mollie went into labor. When it became evident that she was having problems, Dent saddled up to ride to the home of a Mexican goat herder to get help for his wife.

After explaining the situation, Dent was struck by lighting and killed. The goat herder and perhaps others rode to the lake, only to find Mollie dead. She clearly had managed to deliver her baby, but it was nowhere to be seen. Noting wolf tracks all around the campsite, the Mexicans concluded a wolf had devoured the newborn.

A decade later, the story goes, people began to see a naked girl running with wolves. Though the boy who reported the first sighting was not believed, a couple of years later, a Mexican woman said she had seen two large wolves and a naked girl ripping into the carcass of a freshly killed goat. As she near the creatures, she said, they ran off. At first, the girl traveled on her hands and legs, but eventually got up on her legs to keep up with the fleeing wolves.

Soon, others claimed to have seen the wolf girl. At some point, no dates go with this part of the story, a group of vaqueros rode out and managed to capture the wolf girl in a canyon.

The vaqueros took her to a nearby ranch and offered her food, water and clothing – all of which she rejected. Locked in a room, she howled pitifully. Before long, other wolves answered her calls. And the howling kept getting closer and closer. Finally, a pack of wolves closed in on the ranch owner's corralled livestock. As the vaqueros shouted and shot to drive off the attacking lobos, the wolf girl broke out of captivity and disappeared into the night with the other animals.

The next morning the vaqueros mounted up again in search of the wolf girl, but their effort proved fruitless. Her last reporting sighting came in 1852.

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

Screaming Bridge/Maud Hughes Road

Screaming Bridge -- on Maud-Hughes Road between Princeton and Millikin roads in Liberty Township -- is alleged to have been the site of several deadly and mysterious tales, too numerous to recount here. The bridge spans a railroad mainline that has had several names since the 1870s -- the Short Line, Big Four, New York Central, Penn Central, Conrail and, after June 1, 1999, the Norfolk Southern. No one knows when it was first called the screaming bridge. The unofficial name may have become popular because it sounded like someone screaming when a vehicle passed over the original span, which had grooves in its floor. Others contend the screams are those of people who have died on or near the bridge. The historical basis for the name goes back to a railroad accident in which two men were scalded to death when a locomotive exploded between West Chester and Gano. Strangely, that accident was in West Chester Township (formerly Union Township). The screaming bridge is in Liberty Township. There is no explanation for the discrepancy. Some visitors to the bridge -- especially when the area was less populated -- said they saw ghostly figures beside the road and glowing red balls of light off the roadway.

Another undocumented explanation of the lights is that they are on the caboose of a phantom train. After the 1909 explosion, members of train crews passing the area and residents along the tracks reported seeing the ghost of one or more dead trainmen walking beside the railroad. They appeared to be warning of the dangers lurking on the line.

The 1909 accident killed two engineers and injured three other railroad workers on a northbound Big Four freight Sunday morning, Oct. 24, 1909. One of the dead engineers was off duty, hitching a ride back home to Middletown. While traveling about 40 miles an hour, a steam locomotive exploded. The tender had been loaded with plenty of water before it left Ivorydale in Cincinnati. Unknown to the crew, after a run of only about 11 to 12 miles, a leak had drained much of the water, causing the explosion. The 1909 accident wasn't the only railroad fatality along that stretch of track. June 7, 1976 -- at the Princeton Road overpass in Liberty Township -- a Penn Central employee, a resident of West Chester, was killed when two rails protruding from a southbound work train penetrated the cab of a northbound Penn Central diesel locomotive.

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

The Curse of Sarah Jane

During the American Civil War, there was a road in Texas between Groves and Port Neches. A woman named Sarah Jane lived on this road. Her husband was away, fighting in the war as a confederate soldier. When enemy soldiers were passing through the area, Sarah Jane feared that they would kill her and her baby.

She went down to the river and placed her small infant in a wicker basket. Then Sarah hid the baby under the bridge, to protect the child. Sarah made her way back down the road to her home and waited for the Union soldiers to arrive.

After the soldiers passed by, she went back to the bridge to retrieve her baby. Unfortunately, the baby was nowhere to be found. The tide had risen and carried the baby away downstream.

Sara Jane searched through the night down the banks of the Neches River for hours in hopes of finding her baby safe and sound. Neighbors could hear Sarah Jane's screams as she searched, and she kept running up to people, weeping pitifully and asking "Have you seen my baby?".

Grief-striken and unable to find her child, Sarah Jane walked back to the bridge and hung from from the wooden beams beneath it. When people found her body, they saw a message scratched into the wood under the bridge that read "Where Is My Baby".

As the story goes, if you go out to Sara Jane Road at night and stand by the water's edge, you can still hear Sarah Jane's baby crying off in the distance. Some people claim they've spotted a noose hanging beneath the bridge. Others say they've also seen Sarah Jane's ghost searching along the side of the river for the infant child she lost so many years ago.

Locals say you can stand in the middle of the bridge on a dark night, and call for the ghost of Sarah Jane to appear. You have to repeat seven times "I've got your baby Sarah Jane".

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

The woman in black from down under

his story is about a recent murder, a visitation from a spirit of the women whose profile fits the description and a bizarre vision of the evil act that possibly surrounded her death. Also an unbelievable experience shared by my son and I, involving what I believe was a residual replay involving the car that carried her mutilated body to a sacred aboriginal site right before our eyes and then disappeared into thin air in broad daylight. It also involves an aboriginal psychic that led the police to the location where her body was eventually discovered.

But first I need to go back to the start, I'd recently posted my story August Soul Mates 3 and during that experience with my mother, there were other paranormal things going on at the same time. Including some visions and dreams in regards to a friend of mine and a difficult time she was going through, in relations to an unfortunate loss and personal family matters. Later on my friend had confirmed what I'd saw and validated that experience for me. My wife too, at that time had felt the urgencies in our home. A few months ago as I was going to work, she saw a shadow follow me out the door and it wasn't mine. She was at that time a little unsettled and I have been reassuring her not to worry, on most occasions I try to keep my experiences to myself and not alarm my family, especially the ones that may be hard to explain.

One night as I was resting on my bed, I had rolled over from my right side to my left and standing inside my room probably about 2 or 3 feet away, was a woman all dressed in black. With trousers or jeans on, with a shirt and jacket her hair was black and medium long. She was in full body, not an apparition as such. She was just staring straight at me, the room was dark her face was not so clear, but I knew instantly she was not a family member. I remember looking at her and I guess what had surprised me, was the fact that she was not startled or moving away from me. She was waiting for me to initiate a conversation; unfortunately I'd lost sight of her and was unable to connect for the purpose of that visit. I had no idea who she was or what she wanted then? But I believe now, that she was the murdered ghost of a woman that has been missing since June and later found at a reserve not far away from where I live. Now my memory of when I saw her is a bit vague, but I believe it was around June or July? At that time, every night the paranormal activity in my home was crazy. To a point where I thought I was digging in too far, as at that time I was seeking to help a friend and had some unusual experiences in the process.

One night as I was astral projecting myself or experiencing a projected dream field? I had left my body and travelled to another country. Most of my out of body experiences are confined to my house. But on this occasion I'd found myself travelling across the universe to another place far away. I had come across a man sitting at a table; he looked at me and gave me an evil stare... He seemed a little surprised that I was there. His face started to change in demonic fashion, instinctively as crazy as this sounds I'd started walking straight toward him. Refusing to succumb to fear or to the nature of what was going on and what he was trying to achieve. This is not the first time in astral flight or dreams have I come across a nasty being and any sign of weakness is an invitation for them to enter your mind. I am no hero and excuse me for being a little self-patronizing, but I want others especially children to understand, that they can't enter your mind or destroy your world if you don't fear them. Without your fear they are powerless to hurt you. Before I had returned to my body I saw what I can only describe as three witches levitating of the ground. I am not suggesting they were evil, but I do believe they were connected in some way to my friend and her circumstances. I cannot rule out the possibility that this experience was only a dream, as I have come to acknowledge over the years that not everything presents itself as clear as what you interpret or remember; now getting back to the story.

I know over at Facebook back then in a chat room with a few friends, I had posted a question if anyone knew of a woman all dressed in black with medium long black hair? Another night as I just went to sleep maybe 4 seconds in to a dream state, I had a vision that just seem to come from nowhere and present itself to me. This woman who had long black hair appeared right before my eyes, she pulled a knife up above her head and in a blink of an eye and she ran it straight through my chest. I could feel the knife go through my chest and I mean physically feel it. My muscles had contracted and I could feel the pain for maybe a few long seconds and for some time as I was waking up to a conscious state. The suddenness of this vision jolted me out of the semi dream state. This is the first time I have shared that experience and this experience is an example of what I try to keep away from my family. As I know sometimes our mind can plays tricks on us and I thought? Perhaps it was my imagination. I know privately I'd mentioned to my friend that I would withdraw my focus on her experience, as I had thought the connection of being stabbed had something to do with my friend's experience or from too much psychic activity or even an overactive imagination. I am totally aware of how powerful our minds can be and often distribute advice at your ghost stories with this in mind.

I could relay dozens of experiences like this over here, like the previous paragraph about the three witches and demonic man. But I have decided to only submit stories that are mostly different to the ones I have already wrote! I believe this vision of being stabbed was a past premonition or perhaps the vicious nature of the crime that she fell victim too. It was a very unpleasant experience that kind of shocked me to some degree. After 45 years of running around the block, you kind of think that you have experience most of the mystery's that life can bestow, but I guess this is the first time I have been through a paranormal experience with such vicious circumstances. Maybe some years ago it may have really unsettled my nerve, I know I have said this before and I'll say it again, I will not fear my paranormal experiences I am more afraid of the living.

GHOST CAR... This experience was amazing and absolutely connected to the women in black. My son and I decided to go training at a park adjacent to an aboriginal sacred site; it is about a 10 minute drive from where we live. Keep in mind at this point we had no idea that in this area, the torso of a woman's body was dumped in a creek adjacent to the park and it was an aboriginal elder that tipped of the police to the possibility of finding a body down there due to a gut feeling. At this time there was a six year old girl missing and police pursued with the lead. Now here's what went down, as we drove under the bridge and into the park we had noticed this car behind us, we were the only two cars driving in at the time. There was another vehicle already parked and a red car dumped nearby with no rego plates on it. Now as I got out of our car, I saw this mobile car, which was a white Holden commodore sedan. In it was a man and women driving slowly very close to the edge of the reserve on the bike and walkway track, it did seem a little strange and quite odd to be where it was. The last time I saw the car it was probably 3 or 4 car lengths in front of ours and heading in the direction at the back of the toilets, maybe 15 meters passed.

As I turned my head around toward the park my son had now got himself out of the car and headed to his back seat to grab his drink and towel. He saw the car and saw the women in the passenger seat just glazing in the direction in front, as he bent in the back to grabbed his towel and keep in mind that he was very conscious of where the car was and standing toward the only way in or out! So basically he never really turned his back at all, when he pulled himself back out of the car, which was only a couple of seconds later "he said". With a very surprised tone, hey dad where did that car go? From the last time I saw the car to the point of him saying hey dad, it could have not been longer than ten seconds... Keep in mind for about 5 seconds of them my son had vision of the car and had the prolific side vision of anything turning around. He only lost sight himself for maybe 5 seconds tops? When he said" hey dad" where's that car? I turned around and pointed confidently with my own geographical bearings of where the car was and said; it went behind the toilets...Suddenly! I was just as surprised as my son... Quickly I'd realized that there was a barricade at the back of the toilet and no way possible for a car to get pass, so immediately I'd look toward the bridge we drove under. Which were about 200 metres back and I saw nothing. It is the only way in or out, very open and nothing at all to obscure our view, at this point this whole experience could have not been any longer than 15 seconds and even that may be longer than it was...

We are both convinced that due to the short time we turned our heads and that's if we did at the same time, there was no way it could have doubled back, it just vanished. We examined all possibilities for about 20 minutes, tracing over our steps and timing how long it would take to reverse or turn around etc., and at best that I could manage and that was driving pretty quick in reverse a car would have needed 45 seconds to make it back to the bridge and disappear out of our view. Another thing to note there was no noise, we heard nothing but when we had re-enacted the car turning around there was a reasonable amount of noise. There is no doubt in my mind that the car disappeared, it would have been impossible to turn around and get passed us that quick and especially with no tyre noise as there is some gravel in the location and on top of that, no prolific vision of it going back at all.

The only place the car could have gone in a few seconds was in the creek, which was still impossible to do, as the reserve has thick bush and shrub on the edge of the walkway and furthermore there would have been some substantial noise. I had decided to investigate up and down the edge, looking into a swamp like creek, looking for something that I knew I couldn't find and all this time unbeknown to me, somewhere in that creek a woman's torso was recently discovered... Coincidently by an aboriginal elder who had sensed that there was a body there and informed the police. We decided to continue with our plans, but as my son pointed out to me later, I did keep on going back to the creek in intervals looking in each general direction.

I believe its possible what was shown to us was the actual murder taking place, I remember walking to the edge of the reserve and glancing toward the creek. I can't say I was picking up on anything I was more wondering if the car was in the creek... As that would be the only logical place it could go in a short space of time. But there was nothing there; It was a bit eerie to think that I was probably standing only metres away from where the girl in black was discovered.

When we got home such was the circumstances of the experience, my whole family was informed about what happened and to the contrary of keeping things to myself... We all were mystified to the nature of what happened. My youngest son goggled up on the net and discovered a recent news clip of a woman who's Torso had been discovered in the creek where we saw the car disappear; the date of this news clip was the 13th August coincidently the day my mother died in 2009? I felt that what we saw had something to do with this murder and decided to contact the police and forward what we saw and what I had felt, I sent an email stating I'd believed that a woman and man where involved? Based on the fact that we saw a man and women in the car... I found out a short time later, that a women and man have been charged with the alleged murder of this unfortunate woman.

When I eventually saw the latest bulletin in regards to the murder, I was in shock when I saw a picture of the women who was murdered; she had long black hair and was dressed in black. I believe it was the same women I saw standing in my room some 2 months prior. I cannot be 100 per cent sure it was her, but her profiled was remarkably similar. I was considering trying to contact her family, but have been advised not to at the risk of being ridiculed by our local community. My son and I have been back over a couple of times replaying our movements, just in case we'd missed something. But we keep coming back to the fact that the car just vanished. I think it's fair to say, if I were reading this story from another author, I too would find it hard to believe. Our minds can play tricks on us, but for both of us to see the same unexplainable event, rules out any type of delusional status, I welcome your thoughts.

[Opera Ghost]

Just came across this link...

http://www.trueghoststories.co.uk/

[Dr.Teufel Geist]

I recognize that site