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Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 08:08:31 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Mark Findley
email m_j_findley@msn.com
In 1995 I was living in England in a small country village call Chelveston. This is a very small village about 34 miles west of Cambridge and about 5 miles east of Wellingborough. England is very beautiful, with rolling countryside, deep green fields, and small villages and churches dotting the countryside. All my experiences there were great -- except for one.
One night, the week before Halloween (I mention this only to give you a time reference -- I don't think the experience had anything to do with the holiday) I was driving from my work on the back roads to my house. I was working the late shift and I when I got off I was just ready to go home -- the twelve-hour shifts were just killer.
There is a road that goes north out of Molesworth, across the A14, called the B660. And as you go down this road you will eventually hit a small, one-lane farm road that by-passes some other villages called "Covington Road" and serves mainly as a short cut from B660 to A45.
I know this sounds tedious, but I want to be very precise in these directions so that anyone who happens along this road and sees what I did can let me know. Mostly so I'll know that I'm not completely nuts!
So there I was driving along, the moon was almost full that evening and it was a very bright night. Well, I came up on my "shortcut" and started down it, looking ahead to see if there were any oncoming headlights so that I could pull over to the side so that they could pass. Keep in mind, this is a one-lane road with very deep ditches on each side and 3 to 4 foot high hedges. Once you start going down portions of this road there is simply nowhere to turn off. I drove on around a bend in the road and up ahead I saw a swinging light.
What this appeared to me was a wagon. Other than at parades or special horse rides, you just don't see wagons anywhere. But this was farm country and so I didn't think much of it. The swinging light was a lantern that was hanging from a curved post that was just to the right of the driver. When I came up from behind the driver turned and looked at me and then faced forward again. After a minute or two of driving very slowly behind him he put out his right hand and motioned for me to pass. His wagon went to the left and I crept up along side him to pass. Like I said, I didn't pay that much attention to him or his wagon. I was interested in going home. But as usual, when I passed I gave a thank you wave and he returned with a wave of his own. His horse was one of those great big working breeds, very long mane and tail, and I recall that it was a very pale, light colored horse. Again, nothing out of the ordinary -- But then --
I went to looking in my rearview mirror to see if I was clear enough to pull back to the center of the road. And he was gone. No farmer, no wagon, no swinging lantern. I stopped the car and looked for him; thinking may be he went off into the ditch or something. He was gone. And for the life of me, I couldn't see where he could've gone.
So what are my alternatives? Am I a nut, or was he -- otherworldly?