Growing up I lived kind of in the middle of nowhere, at the end of a road, I would eat my breakfast and look out the big bay window in the dining room and often I would see, very vividly, a green and translucent man who looked a lot like the Johnnie Walker Liquor bottle man and Bill “The Butcher” Cutting from Gangs Of New York put into one apparition. He would appear from behind a grassy field and into the clearing, walk in the middle of the two lane road, twirling his cane or his pocket watch and when I would try to see him better, really focus my eyes, he would just disappear. The place I lived burned down a few years ago and now there is just a plot of land and an empty road. I wonder if he still comes strolling by?
Submitted by Bexx