#SundayStories - "Meet Me at the Crossroads"

Welcome to #SundayStories.

Where your stories will appear on the SJP Blog.

Our first story comes from the wonderful Twitch_and_the_witch.

With Thanks as Always to Mrs J

My dad didn’t believe in ghosts when he was younger. 

In his twenties he went to Ireland with a friend. They had been out fishing for most of the night and were walking back to their hotel. They came to a crossroads in the middle of no where and a young woman approached them. She asked if they had seen a man on a hay cart. They said they hadn’t seen anyone. She then asked if they saw him, could they tell him she had carried on walking to the next village. They said they would, said goodbye and carried on walking. They were chatting how it was strange that a woman would be out, on her own, so late, and turned around to look at her and she had gone. Worrying that she had fallen and might be hurt, they ran back to check but couldn’t find her.

Worried, they ran back to their hotel and told the receptionist that they needed to send a search party because she was obviously in trouble somewhere. The receptionist then told them that many years ago a young couple were planning to elope. They were going to meet at the crossroads, then go on his hay cart. But he chickened out and didn’t turn up. She waited at the crossroads and ended up freezing to death. 

There was a record book at the hotel of all the sightings. She often appears to people to ask if they have seen him. 

My dad and his friend didn’t believe it. They said she looked as real and solid as anyone. She was wearing old fashioned clothing but it was rural Ireland in the 1960s, so they didn’t really think it was that strange.

Annoyingly my dad died in 1998, so I never found out the location.