Near me there is a small narrow track off a quiet road that leads down to an old stone foot bridge over the railway line which heads onto the golf course and years and years ago a young girl was hit and killed by a train there. People say that the image of the girl has been seen at the strike of midnight. So, when we were about 17 me a couple of mates drove down and sat in the car waiting to see if anything would happen, thinking it was a laugh and all just a load of rubbish.. So there we were sitting in the car, waiting, watching.. 11.40.. 11.45.. 11.50.. and then 12.00! Bugger all happened. We were laughing about it and just chatting away thinking what else we could get up to then my mate started screaming!! I turned round and there was something at my window, a face looking right at me! I'll never forget those eyes, the eyes of the guy up the road wanting to know what the hell we were doing Talk about shit myself, the bastard.