The muscular man pointed to the abandoned, decrepit, house on the next lot, and shifted his feet enough to leave trail marks in the gravel. "My security lighting is always on and the parking lot is pretty well lit up at night. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary when I opened the lid to the dumpster. I tossed in the garbage. I slammed the cover-and there she was. A woman crouched on the ground reaching her hand through the fence. I will never forget what she said. She pleaded with me. 'Please, help me, please. Can't you hear my children screaming?'"
He ran his hands through his sandy blond hair. "I fell backward on my ass, and when I looked up, I thought she'd disappeared. I maean, she had...she had disappeared. I tried to explain it away as neighborhood kids playing pranks, but I couldn't deny that what I saw was a full-grown woman reaching through the fence and begging for help. At first, I didn't realize she was a ghost, she looked as solid as you and me."
What made you believe it was a ghost, as opposed to a real woman?" I asked.
He adjusted his flour-caked apron, and continued. "I crept toward the fence and peered through the laths. She was gone. Vanished without a trace. But then I looked toward the house and she materialized on the front porch. Just appeared-out of thin air-on the porch! She reached her are toward me. And then, right before my eyes-I swear-her white nightgown turned red, like it was soaked with blood."
Excerpt from: The Dream House Visions and Nightmares, Asylett Press