Phil’s world
A paranormal view
The figure of a cyclist sped past
The other day my wife Sara came home from work, sat down at the kitchen table, and exclaimed that one of her work colleagues had seen a ghost.
So, just a normal dayto-day conversation, really!
She thought that you – dear reader – might like to read about it.
So here is the incident… Back in April 2014, Dawn – Sara’s friend – was walking to her local store with her daughter Kirsty, Kirsty’s daughter, and a friend. It was about 9pm …and it was dark. Their route took them through a cemetery, a short cut to the shop. Suddenly, Kirsty grabbed her friend, pulling her swiftly off the footpath. Just as she did this, a figure of a man on a bike sped past Dawn into the distance. After the shock, the girls laughed and joked about it, and eventually thought nothing more of it as they continued their journey. Soon after, they reached the far side of the cemetery. And stopped. The six-foothigh wrought iron gates were locked. They’d forgotten that at a certain time of night the gates are closed and remained that way until the next morning…
No exit
There was nothing for it but to clamber over the waist-high perimeter fencing that ran either side of the main gate, even though this
was entwined with mature, thorny bushes.
So how had the biker got through?
The next day, Dawn suddenly remembered some bizarre points about the incident from the previous evening.
The cyclist had appeared to have no facial features at all.
He was silent, the bike was moving unrealistically fast, and where did he go?
Later that day, Kirsty was browsing Facebook when she read a post concerning a former school friend.
He had passed away the very same night of the strange incident, having been involved in a bike accident.
Hearing more about the accident, Dawn was taken aback when she discovered that the deceased man had worked in the store that they were heading to that night…
And their route was the same one that he would have taken on his way to work.
Ghost?
Was this biker perhaps the ghost of the person who had recently died as his spectral form sped towards work? Trying to make it to the gates before they were locked? It’s a mystery. Well it’s time for me to get on my bike and hit the road. Until next month...
how had the racing biker got through the gates?