Resurrection Cemetery is one of the largest cemeteries in North America.  It encompasses over 540 acres and is shaped like a huge isosceles triangle. With over 152,000 graves, not counting the 5,300 crypts in the mausoleum, it is truly a mammoth burial ground. Area residents have nicknamed it “The Resurrection Triangle” due to all the strange events that have taken place here throughout the years.  Resurrection was consecrated in 1904 and opened officially in 1912.  It is a Roman Catholic burial ground, maintained and operated by the Catholic archdiocese.  The cemetery was named in commemoration of the feast celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

This is allegedly the home of Chicago’s most famous ghost “Resurrection Mary”, a ghost that is said to haunt the surrounding highway, cemetery and theWillowbrook Ballroom.  One monument appropriately named “Resurrection of Christ” is situated adjacent to the cemetery’s chapel.  The large gray stone figure said to be a favorite of Resurrection Mary.  Reports describe Mary dancing at the foot of this monument on more than one occasion.

Resurrection Mary has been seen by more people than any other single ghost within the Chicagoland area.  This blonde-hair, blue-eyed beauty has been seen since the latter 1930's.  According to legend, she had gone to a dance at the O’Henry Ballroom, now called the Willowbrook Ballroom at 8900 S. Archer Avenue in Willow Springs, Illinois.  She apparently got into an argument with her boyfriend and decided to hitchhike home.  Somewhere between the ballroom and the main gates of Resurrection Cemetery, nearly two miles away, she was struck and killed by a hit and run motorist and left to die on the side of the road.  Within a few years, people began to see a girl in a long white dress and blonde hair thumbing for rides along Archer Avenue.

One of the very first persons to have encountered her was a south side man by the name of Gerald Palus who used to frequent the Liberty Grove and Hall near 47th Street and Mozart.  The building is no longer there but his memories of that night have persisted until his death in 1992.

He had apparently seen her there on more than one occasion and had decided to ask her to dance with him.  They conversed very little throughout the evening and Palus noticed the only thing strange about her was that she was ice cold to the touch.  Her beauty and charm more than made up for her icy chill.  He even commented, “Cold hands, warm heart” to which there was no reply.

As 11:30 p.m. approached, he decided that it was time to leave and offered her a ride home to which she gave him an address in the Bridgeport area of Chicago.  But instead of going straight home, she requested that Palus take her down Archer Road, as she called it.  As they began to approach the main gates of Resurrection Cemetery, she asked Palus to pull the car off the road.  She then informed him that she had to cross the road and that Palus could not follow.  This statement took him aback but before he could respond, she suddenly darted across the street towards the cemetery and disappeared before she ever reached the gates.  It was only then that he realized that he had been with a ghost that evening.  His encounter was recreated by the series Unsolved Mysteries hosted by Robert Stack.

The next day he visited the address she had given her and was told by the woman who answered the door even before Palus rang the bell that he couldn’t have possibly been with her daughter as she had been dead for sometime.  He correctly identified her in a picture that sat on a piano in the front room.

Bob Main is the only man known to have encountered Resurrection Mary on more than one occasion.  While a night manager at Harlow’s once located at 8058 S. Cicero Avenue in Burbank, he saw a strange woman one Friday night and then again two weeks later on a Saturday night.

“She was about 24 to 30 years-old, five foot eight or nine, slender, with yellow blond hair to her shoulders that she wore in these big spooly curls coming down from a high forehead.  She was really pale, like she had powdered her face and her body.  She had on this old dress that was yellow, like a wedding dress left in the sun.

“She sat right next to the dance floor and she wouldn’t talk to anyone.  She danced all by herself, this pirouette-type dance.  People were saying, ‘Who is this most bizarre chick?’”

When Main and others tried to talk with her, the woman would only shake her head and “seemed to look through you.”

“But the strangest thing was, even though we carded everyone who came in there - I worked the door, and there were waitresses and bartenders and people there - nobody, either night, ever saw her come in and never saw her leave.”  Even in his wildest dreams did Main ever assume it was Resurrection Mary until he read an article in a newspaper four years later.

A more mysterious encounter happened to a cab driver that apparently came in contact with her ghost near the intersection of Archer Avenue and Willow Springs Road, not far from the Old Willow Shopping Center and the Willowbrook Ballroom!  This interview is reprinted from an interview conducted by Bill Geist of the Suburban Tribune, January 31, 1979:

"It was Thursday night - would have been two weeks ago - and I was lost, basically,” says Ralph, a cab driver. I’d dropped this big spender way the hell down in Palos Heights or Hills or someplace like that and was trying to make my way back to the toll way.  I’d just turned on to Archer, down there where it’s still a lonely road, especially at midnight. And there she was.  She was standing there with no coat on by the entrance to this little shopping center.  No coat!  And it was one of those real cold ones, too.

She didn’t put out her thumb or nothing like that.  She just looked at my cab.  Of course, I stopped.  I figured maybe she had car trouble or something. She hopped right in the front seat.  She had on this fancy kind of white dress, like she’d just been to a wedding or something, and those new kinds of disco-type shoes, with the straps and that. She was a looker.  A blond.  I didn’t have ideas or like that; she was young enough to be my daughter - 21 tops.

I asked her where she was going and she said she had to get home.  I asked her what was wrong, if she’d had car trouble or what but she really didn’t answer me.  She was fuzzy.  Maybe she’d had a couple of drinks or something or was just tired.  I don’t know. Oh, the only thing she did say really was ‘The snow came early this year’ or ‘The snows came early this year’ or like that.  Other than that she just nodded when I asked sometimes if we were supposed to just keep going up Archer.  She was just looking out the window at the snow and the trees and that.  Her mind was a million miles away.  Maybe she smoked something or something.  Who knows?

A couple of miles up Archer there, she jumped with a start like a horse and said ‘Here! Here!’  I hit the brakes. I looked around and didn’t see any kind of house.  ‘Where?’ I said.  And then she sticks out her arm and points across the road to my left and says ‘There!’  And that’s when it happened. I looked to my left, like this, at this little shack.  And when I turned she was gone.  Vanished!  And the door never opened.  May the good Lord strike me dead, it never opened.”

He refused to give his last name, address or phone number fearing that his name would be used in a newspaper article and he would appear to be a raving lunatic.  The ballroom was closed Friday, January 12th, and for about two weeks thereafter, owing to a major blizzard that had blanketed the snow with heavy snow.  But Thursday, the 11th it was open until midnight, an estimated ten minutes before Ralph says he picked up this blonde hitchhiker.  And it was a special night in the ballroom: a singles night, for those without escorts to come and dance the waltz and the foxtrot just the way they did here for 40 years.

In May of 1978, in a slightly different type of encounter a young couple, Shawn and Gerry Lape, were driving down Archer when they suddenly saw a girl running across the road in front of them towards the cemetery.  She yelled at her husband, “Watch out for that woman!”  He later recalled how he hit the brakes but knew it was too late and that he was going to strike the woman with the right front fender of the car.  As they braced for the impact, he saw the car cut right through the image and then rapidly began melting away until it was nothing more than a soft blur on the side of the road before completely disappearing.

On Tuesday night, August 10, 1976, the Justice Police Department received a phone call from a man who stated that he was driving past the cemetery gates when he apparently saw a girl locked in after hours.   It was going on 10:30 p.m. when a police officer responded to the call.  Patrolman Pat Homa looked for the girl with his spotlight and then calling out on his loudspeaker but to no avail.

However, in shining his flashlight around the gates, he discovered that two of the bars had been pulled apart.  Imbedded in the metal were the impressions of handprints.  On the surface of the green patina of the bronze were scorch marks and within what looked like skin texture as though someone had seared the marks into the bars.  He related this story on the paranormal television show “That’s Incredible” and lost his job over it.

The marks looked like they had been made by human hands and crowds flocked to the main gates to gawk at the bars that Resurrection Mary had bent.  In an effort for crowd control, the cemetery attempted to blowtorch the marks off but it had the opposite effect.  Now the bars were blackened and could easily be seen from Archer, and consequently more people showed up than ever.  Disgusted with the publicity, and with Halloween approaching, the cemetery hack sawed the bars and installed a fine wire mesh for security reasons until the bars could be straightened and replaced.

The cemetery denies this story emphatically.  According to a cemetery worker, Chet Kowalkowski, as reported in a Chicago Tribune article, October 25, 1992, a front-end loader truck that backed into the gates while doing sewer work bent the bars.  According to Kowalkowski, the grounds workers tried to restore the bars to their original position by heating them with a blowtorch and bending them.  The imprint in the blackened metal, he said, was of a worker’s glove.  However, if that is true then why haven’t the marks reverted back to their green colored state that is caused by the oxidation of the bronze when exposed to the elements?  It has been over twenty years and to this day the area where the handprints were discovered is still a blackened area.

On August 12, 1976, just two days after the bars were discovered bent, a Cook County squad car investigating a CB radio emergency radio call about an apparent hit and run automobile victim arrived near the intersection of 76th Street and Roberts Road.  What they found was a girl in her 1965 Ford Mustang, CB microphone still in her hands in tears.  They asked the girl, where the body was that she had just reported on the side of the road?  She pointed to an area marked by a depression in the soft, wet grass that evening and which appeared to conform to the shape of a human body.  The girl said that just as the squad car turned off 79th Street to come in her direction, the body on the side of the road disappeared from sight!

A man going to work about 2:30 a.m. had just passed Chet’s Melody Lounge on his way to Argo Cornstarch when he saw a body of a woman lying right in front of the gates.  He stopped his pickup truck to look at the young lady.  She was still alive, so he went straight to the police station, got an ambulance and came right back there.  However, the body was gone!  The impression where the body was lying was still there though.

On October 10, 1979 there was a massive blackout in and along Archer Avenue but only in Justice.  Commonwealth Edison and the police were riding around in the cemetery shining their lights into the mausoleum because it was determined that the blackout was centered at the mausoleum in the middle of the night.  The Resurrection Mausoleum is listed in the Guiness Book of World Records as having the largest stained glass windows of any mausoleum in the world!  The windows measure 22,381 square feet in 2,448 panels completed in 1971.   And it’s also apparently haunted.

The taped organ music, alarm system and lights go on and off by themselves for no explainable reason.  There were reports by construction workers building the structure that the large religious statues would always be found in a different location when crews arrived the next day for work.  Some form of teleportation was taking place here.

A Brookfield man named Nick was returning home early Sunday morning on August 13, 1980 along Archer Avenue en route from the Holy Cross Hellenic Church where he had been working at the church’s annual picnic.  When he reached the main gates of the cemetery, he noticed a black object up the road out of view of his headlights.

Between the gates and the mausoleum he said his headlights hit the figure and it was a girl in a long flowing white dress.  “She walked right up to the end of the road,” Nick said, “then she just walked right into the middle of my lane.  I could see her clearly.  She was walking very slowly and I took my foot off the pedal and the car began to slow.”

Nick guessed that he was traveling around 35 MPH an hour and estimates that the figure was in his sight for roughly ten seconds.

“She walked to the median strip, hesitated for a minute, and that’s when I passed her.  She had her palms kind of turned up and I don’t think she was wearing any shoes.  I thought at first it was a kid, pulling a prank.  But it was so dark, so desolate.  Nobody else was on the road.  She just walked right out there in the middle, a shorthaired blonde girl, with this flowing white dress, her hands outstretched like that.  It was creepy!”

The last weekend in August 1980 between Friday night and Sunday morning, Mary was seen by dozens of people.  Many who called the Justice Police to report they had just seen her.  Squad cars were dispatched and although the police could not explain the mass sightings, they did find a number of people, many who flagged down the squad cars to report what they had just seen.

The Deacon of the Greek Church on Archer claimed to have seen a ghostly form near the cemetery on August 29, 1980. The Valley Times investigated his story, a newspaper published in Lyons, Illinois.          

On September 7, 1980, Claire Lopez Rudnicki was traveling with her boyfriend and another couple along Archer Avenue when they suddenly saw a girl walking along the cemetery frontage.  At first glance, the apparition was very bright as though it was giving off its own form of luminescence.  She was walking very slowly.  Claire remembered thinking that it was Resurrection Mary and she felt her stomach starting to turn.  Claire was extremely scared however her boyfriend, now her husband Mark, was ready to swing the car around and go back. 

As they drove past her slowly, Mark was watching her and tried to get a glimpse of her face and was shocked to see that she had no face!  All that was seen was a black void where the face would have been!  He immediately turned around and by the time they had arrived at the point where they had previously seen her, she was no longer there.  She had vanished from sight. 

September 5, 1980 was apparently a very good and a very remarkable encounter that happened to a south side man.  Tony was a non-believer and was driving south on Archer after leaving a softball game on that Friday night.  As he passed the Red Barrel Restaurant on Archer near Kolmar , he saw a girl standing on the side of the road with a white dress.  He stopped the car and asked the girl if she wanted a lift.  The girl said sure and climbed in.

She asked him to take her down Archer.  He tried to draw her into conversation but it was no good.  Every question was answered with, “Just take me down Archer.”  He said to her, “You look like Resurrection Mary but I know there’s no such thing as Resurrection Mary.”  The ghost wouldn’t be drawn into that conversation at all.

He tried to get her to Chet’s Lounge.  He asked her if she’d like a drink.  No response.  From the stoplight at 63rd and Archer until he got past the main gates of the cemetery, his foot never left the gas pedal.  He was going 45 MPH.  He made one last attempt to get the girl who was in the car to his right to open up a bit, when suddenly she was no longer there!  He hadn’t stopped at all!  He was unable to explain what had happened to the girl.

Just before Christmas of 1980, she was seen dancing down the street, east of Harlem Avenue.  The two young men who saw her were instantly aware that there was something very unusual taking place.  They stood and watched this girl dance by them, and they got the strangest sensation.  There were other people walking by who didn’t even notice the girl.  The fellows ran home and told their father what they had seen.  They were not aware of Resurrection Mary but their father recognized her by the description they provided.  A week before this sighting, Mary had been seen dancing around the fence of Resurrection Cemetery .

On a warm night in mid-June 1981, Robin Scott and her husband were driving down a lonely country road when they saw a girl in a white evening gown with ruffles and a red satin sash walking along the highway.  She allegedly smiled and waved at the couple with a small white handkerchief.

They pulled over, rolled the window down and asked where she was going.  To the prom, she replied.  The couple decided to give her a lift to the school.  When they arrived, she got out and pleasantly said, “Thanks” and just vanished into thin air!

A woman who tends bar at Johnny’s Route 83, located on Rt. 83 across from 107th Street saw a ghostly figure of a woman in 1983.  She had been working there for about four weeks at the time of the sighting.  He first Friday night after work, she was driving down Archer near Fairmont Hills Cemetery when she observed a blond in a white dress on the right-hand side of the road.  She immediately hit the brakes, turns but no girl is there.  Mary has the ability to disappear just that fast.  Over the weekend, there were four other people who saw Mary on the 22nd of May 1983.

On a Saturday in October 1983, three employees of the Willowbrook Ballroom believed they may have caught a glimpse of Mary.  Nancy Buck and two co-workers were walking to the parking lot after finishing their shift when they spotted a young woman possibly in her early 20's, with long, dark-blond hair who was dressed rather strangely walking along Archer Avenue.  The dress for this encounter was quite different than the usual long white dance gown.  This figure was attired in an old-fashioned red velouror velvet dress that reached down below her knees.  She sported black and white saddle shoes.  However she was not wearing any coat or jacket.  She was also wearing a red veil that draped over her long hair.  She just walked, constantly staring at the ground until she was no longer in sight.

In October of 1989 Janet Kalal and Pamela Turlow-Wison set out on an evening drive.  After about an hour, they found themselves at Resurrection Cemetery.  Nearing the main gates, a woman dressed all in white suddenly ran out in the middle of the road into the oncoming car driven by Kalal.  She braked hard and expected to hit the woman.  There was no impact or thud but Kalal was sure that she had struck the woman.  Both women had seen the exact same thing but neither could explain where the woman had disappeared.

Reports slacked off in the 1990's with a few exceptions.  A local truck driver encountered a strange female figure in 1991 while hauling materials for a trucking firm.  A most unusual very recent sighting happened to GRS member, Mark Harry Gordon and his mother, Dolores Joan Gordon on Halloween night of 1997.

“Many a night we have gone to ghost sites visited previously with Excursions Into The Unknown, Inc., and sure enough lights were on in the Mausoleum at Resurrection Cemetery which shouldn’t be.  One section was lit, while the rest were dark and organ music can be heard faintly.

“As we drove around Resurrection Cemetery on Halloween night about 8:40 p.m., street lights around the cemetery were going on and off at random, but in no particular order.

“We were looking around as we passed and saw nothing out of the ordinary other than the odd blinking of the street lights--not all of them just one on Roberts Road and one on Archer--nothing on 79th Street or around the southwest corner.  The blinking was not steady, but random.  Then as we came closer to the main gate, heading east on Archer, about 250 feet west of the main gate, was a young sandy blonde haired girl of about seventeen who was walking in the dark alone.  With an innocent face seeming in a world only known to herself and unobservant or even uninterested in the world around her; she came into view only as we were a few car lengths away.  Her step was deliberate yet with a gentle sort of ease.  She walked right in the middle of the grassy area between the cemetery fence and the Archer Avenue curb.  It seemed odd she appeared so suddenly--although it was dark--she was dressed in white and should have been easy to spot from quite a distance.

“Cars in front of us passed and looked at her in disbelief rubbing their eyes to be sure they really saw her as well as ourselves.  In fact we looked to see if there was a car or group waiting for her thinking it must be a Halloween trick and not a treat.

“She was all alone, not a care in the world.  No one was near by who might have been with her.  There was no place to go to a costume party or bus.  It was right along the fence of the cemetery.  In fact police were at the entrance so no one could enter.  She was coming from their direction so I’m sure they would not have let her pass without questioning or observing her.  The lady in the car in front of us made a U-turn in the middle of Archer and headed back west.  By the time we looked in the rearview mirror, she was gone!

“She was dressed in a white dress with tiers of a sort of lace only pictured in old pictures of the 1930's.  It had a limp look that just hung, not like the type of fabrics used nowadays.  She also had a lacy material on her head as well as holding in her two hands a spray of red roses attached to a holder like girls would carry in a wedding years ago.  Now it is not seen that way, as a nosegay or small bouquet or corsage would be the thing used.  There were red roses around the front of her neck and chest and it looked as if she had stood up to a wedding in days gone by, or buried that way.  You couldn’t see her shoes, as her dress was long and covered her feet.  It was truly out of the past, as it looked old-fashioned.

“People made U-turns to pass her again, but she was no longer there.  We made a round of the cemetery the long way in six and a half minutes.  By then no one was around.  After making four more rounds of the Resurrection Triangle, we noticed we were not alone, as a couple of cars in front of us and at least one directly behind us were the same ones from before.  They too were trying to get a second glimpse.

“Was she Resurrection Mary, the ghost that people have been seeing for about 70 years on Archer Avenue?  We don’t know.  She was a solid person, not a spirit, and had a determined action as though she had to get somewhere.”

On the 79th Street side of the cemetery passers by have experienced yet another unusual occurrence.  Many have seen a most remarkable vision or apparition.  They have observed hooded figures moving around a blazing bonfire.  They’re wearing hoods, which are up, and covering their faces.  Upon seeing this interesting image, motorists often slow down to look through their side windows or rearview mirrors after passing the site.  In the few seconds it takes to pass by this scene, the hooded figures are gone!

At night, hooded figures wearing dark clothing can certainly give you the slip by running into the shadows or hiding behind larger tombstones.  But how easy is it to hide a blazing bonfire in just a few seconds?  That is exactly what happens.  It is a true enigma.

After all the years of silence and alleged cover up of the story and identity of Resurrection Mary, suddenly the day before Halloween 1983, the Southtown Economist released a story by Rich Szczepkowicz of everything you wanted to know about Resurrection Mary but were afraid to ask.  Or at least told that she did not exist at all.

Some believe that she is Mary Bregovy who died in an automobile accident on March 10, 1934 and was buried at Resurrection Cemetery in Grave Number 9819, section MM near 79th Street.  However don’t attempt to find the grave because it’s unmarked and was said to have been bulldozed just after World War II when the graveyard needed more space.  This was evidently before the cemetery began perpetual care.

She was born April 7, 1912, used to live at 4611 S. Damen Avenue in Chicago and was waked at the Satala Funeral Home, 4744 S. Damen Avenue.  John Satala remembers preparing the body and how she was dressed.  She had a very pretty orchid dress and he remembers having to stitch part of her face due to the accident.

The accident was reported briefly in the Chicago Tribune, March 11, 1934:

“Girl Killed in Crash.  Miss Maries [sic] Bregovy, 21 years old, 4611 S. Damen Avenue, was killed last night when the auto in which she was riding cracked up at [word missing] Street and Wacker Drive.  John Reiker, 23, of 15 N. Knight Street, Park Ridge, suffered a possible skull fracture and is in the county hospital.  John Thoel, 25, 5216 S. Loomis, driver of the car, and Miss Virginia Rozanski, 22, of 4849 S. Lincoln [now Wolcott] were shaken up and scratched.  The scene of the accident is known to police as a danger spot.  Thoel told police he did not see the El substructure.”

The El substructure in question is located in downtown Chicago.  So according to this report, if we are to believe it, she was not killed hitchhiking down Archer Avenue from the O’Henry Ballroom.

After the article came out in 1983, Vern Rutkowski, who knew Mary Bregovy in real life produced several faded photographs showing Mary standing on the running boards of old Model A’s and T’s.  However these photographs show her as having short brown or dark wavy hair cut just past her cheekbones and not the long blonde hair always reported in the Resurrection Mary encounters.

A 1992 Chicago Tribune article indicated that records kept at the Satala Funeral Home described Mary Bregovy as a 17-year-old factory worker who died en route to the Iroquois Hospital even though death records clearly indicate she was just a month shy of her 22nd birthday.  Another discrepancy.

So what does this all add up to?  We have a beautiful blond or dark brown haired young women who was either killed in downtown Chicago from being thrown from a vehicle that had struck an elevated train support or was run down by a hit and run driver along Archer Avenue, who ranges in age from 17 to almost 22 and was supposedly buried in Resurrection Cemetery in a plot that cemetery officials in unmarked, was moved or never existed.  A ghost that either bent the cemetery bars in an attempt to prove her existence or a careless cemetery worker simply backing into the bars.  The debate ranges on.  What is for sure are all the many credible, sober, reliable and highly educated people who have encountered something unusual along Archer Avenue near Resurrection Cemetery for over 70 years.

Local residents, ghost researchers and the patrons of Chet’s Melody Lounge are firm believers in Mary.  Every Halloween bartenders place a drink at the end of the bar just in case she decides to make an appearance.  The Ballad of Resurrection Mary is played in the jukebox and T-shirts, sweatshirts and buttons now flood the market as well.  Even a rap version entitled “Rez Mary” was released a few years ago.

If you ever find yourself along Archer Avenue or plan a visit, the best times when most people have seen Mary are after 1:30 a.m. on the night before a full moon.  Don’t be surprised to find yourself mystically enchanted by the ghost called Resurrection Mary.

This is probably the only known video footage of the bent bars by the main gates. It was shot in 1976 with a Super8 camera.

Resurrection Gates 1976          

Courtesy of Suburban Tribune, January 31, 1979 and Bill Geist

Source: https://ghostresearch.org/sites/resurrection.html

Resurrection Mary is a well-known Chicago area ghost story of the "vanishing hitchhiker" type, a type of folklore that is known from many cultures. The urban legend is based outside of Resurrection Cemetery in Justice, Illinois, a few miles southwest of Chicago. Resurrection Mary is considered to be Chicago's most famous ghost.[1][2][3]

Since the 1930s, several men driving northeast along Archer Avenue between the Willowbrook Ballroom and Resurrection Cemetery have reported picking up a young female hitchhiker. This young woman is dressed somewhat formally in a white party dress and is said to have light blond hair and blue eyes. There are other reports that she wears a thin shawl, dancing shoes, carries a small clutch purse, and possibly that she is very quiet. When the driver nears the Resurrection Cemetery, the young woman asks to be let out, whereupon she disappears into the cemetery. According to the Chicago Tribune, "full-time ghost hunter" Richard Crowe has collected "three dozen ... substantiated" reports of Mary from the 1930s to the present.[4]

The legend

 The story goes that Mary had spent the evening dancing with a boyfriend at the Oh Henry Ballroom. At some point, they got into an argument and Mary stormed out.

She left the ballroom and started walking up Archer Avenue. She had not gotten very far when she was struck and killed by a hit-and-run driver, who fled the scene leaving Mary to die. Her parents found her and were grief-stricken at the sight of her dead body. They buried her in Resurrection Cemetery, wearing a beautiful white dancing dress and matching dancing shoes. The hit-and-run driver was never found.[5][6][7]

Reported sightings

Jerry Palus, a Chicago southsider, reported that in 1939 he met a person whom he came to believe was Resurrection Mary at the Liberty Grove and Hall at 47th and Mozart (and not the Oh Henry/Willowbrook Ballroom). They danced and even kissed and she asked him to drive her home along Archer Avenue, exiting the car and disappearing in front of Resurrection Cemetery.[8]

In 1973, Resurrection Mary was said to have shown up at Harlow's nightclub, on Cicero Avenue on Chicago's southwest side.[9][7] That same year, a cab driver came into Chet's Melody Lounge, across the street from Resurrection Cemetery, to inquire about a young lady who had left without paying her fare.[6][7]

There were said to be sightings in 1976, 1978, 1980, and 1989, which involved cars striking, or nearly striking, Mary outside Resurrection Cemetery.[6] Mary disappears, however, by the time the motorist exits the car.

She also reportedly burned her handprints into the wrought iron fence around the cemetery, in August 1976,[10] although officials at the cemetery have stated that a truck had damaged the fence and that there is no evidence of a ghost.[11]

In a January 31, 1979 article in the Suburban Trib, columnist Bill Geist detailed the story of a cab driver, Ralph, who picked up a young woman – "a looker. A blond. ... she was young enough to be my daughter — 21 tops" – near a small shopping center on Archer Avenue.[12]

"A couple miles up Archer there, she jumped with a start like a horse and said 'Here! Here!' I hit the brakes. I looked around and didn't see no kind of house. 'Where?' I said. And then she sticks out her arm and points across the road to my left and says 'There!'. And that's when it happened. I looked to my left — like this — at this little shack. And when I turned she was gone. Vanished! And the car door never opened. May the good Lord strike me dead, it never opened."

Geist described Ralph as "not an idiot or a maniac" but rather, in Ralph's own words, "a typical 52-year-old working guy, a veteran, father, Little League baseball coach, churchgoer, the whole shot". Geist goes on to say: "The simple explanation, Ralph, is that you picked up the Chicago area's preeminent ghost: Resurrection Mary."[12]

Identity of Mary

Some researchers have attempted to link Resurrection Mary to one of the many thousands of burials in Resurrection Cemetery. A particular focus of these efforts has been Mary Bregovy, who died in 1934, although her death came in an automobile accident in the downtown Chicago Loop.[13][14][15] Chicago author Ursula Bielski in 1999 documented a possible connection to Anna "Marija" Norkus, who died in a 1927 auto accident while on her way home from the Oh Henry Ballroom,[16] a theory which has gained popularity in recent years.[14]

Ghost hunters from Cheshire Paranormal Society (CPS) took this photo during a vigil on the historic Packhorse Bridge in the village of Caergwrle, near Wrexham.

At the time members hadn't realised what was apparently standing on the bridge in front of them, said John Millington from the group, but some group members had reported feeling uneasy.

Also, other paranormal activity was also recorded, such as so-called orbs of light, one of which can also been seen in this photo.

Through further study and assistance from members of Hope and Caergwrle Heritage Society, it's thought three ghosts haunt the bridge; a young girl and two women.

CPS members believe this photo shows the ghost of Squire Yonge who, the history books say, was well known in the area 300 years ago.

The group also believe that the sighting of ghosts on the bridge could be to do with a former burial ground in the area and that the bridge was the access point

Source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/local/northeastwales/hi/people_and_places/history/newsid_8176000/8176747.stm 

 While you won’t find the Hotel California in South Africa, on the semi-desert highway between the towns of Willowmore and Uniondale in the Western Cape, drivers and motorcycle riders have reported paranormal encounters with one of South Africa’s most famous ghosts…

The story begins at about eight o’clock on Good Friday (April 12), 1968, when newly engaged couple Michiel ”Giel” Oberholzer – an army corporal and his 22 year old fiance, Maria ”Ria” Charlotte Roux – an administrative clerk, were traveling to Riversdale from Pretoria to visit Ria’s parents and discuss their wedding plans (Source: Older brother of Ria – Frans Roux, 2006).

While Ria was sleeping, the Volkswagen Beetle was veered off course by a strong gust of wind, Giel lost control of the vehicle and the car overturned near the Barandas turnoff around 20 kilometers from the town of Uniondale. Ria fell out and ended up in a ditch along the road. She died instantly… but, some say she is still trying to get home.

Giel survived the accident but was seriously injured. ”He was very confused and could not find her in the dark. A passing motorist picked him up and took him to hospital. Another motorist later found Ria’s body at the overturned Beetle. He picked up her ID booklet, a little change, and her handkerchief, and later sent it to my mother. In an accompanying letter, he wrote that Ria’s facial expression was ‘happy, like an angel’s,’ and ‘like someone who had complete peace with herself’. She was buried shortly afterward in the cemetery in Riversdal where her grave can still be found today.” (Frans Roux, 2006).

Giel married another woman one year after the tragic accident. Some say this is why Ria’s spirit became restless, the fact that her fiance had found love in the arms of another woman. Others say that since she was sleeping at the time of the accident, she did not know she had died and is still searching for her fiance or a way back home to discuss her exciting wedding plans with her parents.

According to Frans Roux, his sister rested in peace until 1973, when a man from Cradock, one Mr. Leonard Fraser and his wife, Catharina, were driving on that same road around midnight when they spotted a girl in a long white gown. ‘’She was standing on a storm-water drain,’’ said Catharina, 32. ‘’She didn’t look human. I could see through her.’ Apparently, when they stopped to pick her up, she “disappeared”.

“When we heard about it again, the story was on a radio talk show. After that everyone apparently “encountered” her, and it has been that way for 35 years now. Meanwhile, our family has to endure it and the hurt is ripped open year after year.” (Frans Roux, 2006).

The most notable recorded sighting of a young woman matching Ria’s description was made on the cold, rainy evening of May 1, 1976,  when Anton La Grange was driving his Mercedes on the Uniondale-Willowmore road near the tiny town of Uniondale. ‘’I saw a girl standing at the side of the road,’’ he recalled. ‘’I stopped. She opened the door and got in. I asked where she wanted to go and she said ‘Porter street 2, de Lange.’ She was dark-haired with a pale face, dressed in a dark coat and slacks. ‘’After a few miles, I turned my head and she was gone!’’

Puzzled, La Grange drove into Uniondale, reported the incident to the sergeant on duty, Cornelius ”Snowy” Potgieter, then resumed his journey. ‘’Just outside Uniondale, I heard the most chilling sound I’ve ever heard in my life,’’ he remembered. ‘’To this day I can’t tell you if it was a laugh or a scream. It was right in the car, really loud… although I was absolutely alone!’’

Terrified, La Grange sped back to Uniondale, where he and Potgieter searched the car, finding no trace of the girl. La Grange again set off, the sergeant following him in his police van. ‘’Just outside Uniondale, while I was driving at a steady 70 kilometers (43 m.p.h), the right rear door of my car slowly opened and closed,’’ said La Grange. ‘’It was a controlled gentle opening and closing, exactly as if someone got out and then shut the door behind them.’’ Sergeant Potgieter remembered: ‘’La Grange drove through a patch of mist and about 200 yards beyond the mist, I saw the right rear door slowly open and close as if somebody got out.’’ Rattled from the experience, Sergeant Potgieter returned to the police station, locked up for the night and went home.

For Sergeant Potgieter, the description given of the girl had stirred some unsettling memories. At about 8am the next morning, Sergeant Potgieter confronted police sergeant Pat McDonald and asked him if he remembered the girl that was killed in the car accident a few years ago. Pat McDonald was the first officer to the scene of the accident that day. ”I found a Volkswagen Beetle off the road, and a girl was lying on her back with her head against the embankment, she had died of head injuries. I later ascertained that her name was Maria Roux. The driver survived. I explained to sergeant Potgieter what the girl actually looked like, which was exactly the same description that was given by La Grange.”

The word spread around Uniondale like wildfire, there was a phantom hitchhiker on the N9. Within days the newspapers had got hold of the story and contacted Maria Roux’s mother. According to journalist Janie Meyer,  ”I told her about the story and that the people thought it’s her daughter that is haunting in that area, and she gave me a photograph of her.”

Later, when Anton La Grange was shown the photo of Maria, he said: ‘’It was the same girl. There’s no doubt about it.’’

‘’It frightened me so much, I’ve never been back since,’’ says 40-year-old Anton La Grange, a mechanic and truck driver (Source: ‘’Baffling Case of the Hitchhiking Ghost’’, The National Enquirer Newspaper, Edward B. Camlin, 4 July 1978).

Uniondale’s phantom hitchhiker had been identified as Maria Roux. There were no more sightings of her, until two years later…

On Easter weekend 1978, Army Corporal Dawie van Jaarsveld was doing his national service at Oudtshoorn army base 100 miles from Uniondale, he was on his way there to spend the holidays with his girlfriend. His journey took him along the N9. ”When I reached the intersection, I saw somebody standing on the side of the road. Just as I turned to the right, she kind of lifted her arms up – like ‘oh no, aren’t you going to stop’.” Dawie stopped his motorcycle and offered a lift to the young woman with dark hair and dark clothing. She climbed on, putting his spare helmet on her head and an earpiece in for some music. ”I asked her to please hold tight around my waist so that I can feel if something goes wrong. After a kilometer or two, the bike had a twitch, I thought she fell off. A lot of scenes went through my mind. I turned around, I wanted to see if I still had someone with me, there was nobody. I turned around, went back with the motorcycle to see if there was anybody lying along the road. I saw the spare helmet was back on my luggage rack, then I just had to move off because I realized then that I didn’t actually pick somebody up.”

Dawie was badly shaken, not knowing what could have happened to the girl. He fled to the safety of Uniondale. According to journalist Janie Meyer, ”Corporal Dawie van Jaarsveld also said she was a shortish girl, short dark hair (brunette), and she had slacks on and a jersey. That was the same description of La Grange as well.”

”I didn’t think there was something wrong at the time. I didn’t notice that it was a spirit or something. But I did feel strange.” – Corporal Dawie Van Jaarsveld.

However, according to Frans Roux, this behaviour does not fit the person who Ria was, ”Ria would never have gotten on a motorcycle in her life, she was too conservative for it. Definitely not a hitchhiker, we weren’t raised that way.” (Source: ‘Laat Uniondale se ‘spook’ rus’, News24 Archives, 2006).

On Good Friday 1980, motorcyclist Andre Coetzee, 20, had a terrifying experience while riding along the N9 past Uniondale looking for a friend who he thought might have run out of petrol in the desert. ”All of a sudden I felt hands around my waist, I could actually feel the pressure and as I looked down I saw the hands. I was very very scared and I felt I must get away from that place. That is when I accelerated and about 150 Km she gave me three wacks against the head and then she just disappeared. I never saw nobody standing next to the road or nothing.”

Andre drove to a local cafe in Uniondale for help. ”He could hardly speak when we asked him what had happened,” said Jeanetta Meyer, the cafe owner. ”But gradually it dawned on us that the woman ghost had appeared once more,” she said.

Andre’s story was written up in an American newspaper, although some details written by the journalist are incorrect, such as the woman died in a motorcycle accident and she was blonde.

Since then a number of unconfirmed sightings have been claimed, all involving a young female hitchhiker standing alongside the lonely stretch of road between Uniondale and Willowmore who is given a lift, then inexplicably disappears a few kilometers down the road, and some have reported car doors opening and closing, laughter and a chill in the air. The scent of apple blossoms is apparently the only reminder she leaves behind for her stunned drivers.

There have also been reports saying that the woman says she wants to go to ““Porterstraat twee, de Lange” – ”number 2 Porter Street”, but she never stays long enough to reach her destination.

Michael Aspel of the popular British paranormal documentary television show ”Strange but True?” tracked down the real eyewitnesses of the three most well-known sightings of a Phantom Hitch Hiker in Uniondale in an episode which aired on 6 October 1995. You can watch the episode in the Youtube video below.

Many people on social media have also claimed to have personal experiences with the Uniondale hitchhiker ghost:

While on his honeymoon in 1983, Danny De Kock, had a personal encounter with the hitchhiker ghost; ”My wife and I stopped next to the road to take a rest. My wife was asleep in the passenger seat. It was late at night and there wasn’t the slightest wind. I got out and walked around the car (VW Beetle) for a wee when a terrible sound like a rushing wind came rolling down the road and went dead quiet as it reached the car. I got the fright of my life and ran back to the driver’s side to be met by someone sitting in my seat. I ran back to the other side again to pull my wife from the car as I thought we were being hijacked but upon wakening my wife I discovered the other person was gone. We left the spot in a hurry and about 500 meters down the road we saw this woman in what seemed to be dressed in a gown, waving at us to slow down. I reduced speed in case it was someone in need of help but before we could reach her she disappeared. I stopped at a garage in Uniondale and told a stranger about my experience and that was the first time I learned about this ghost. You can imagine the chills that went down my spine. This is the honest truth.”

Is There an Afterlife

A good example is the account given by Dawie van Jaarsveld, a corporal at that time (1978) in the South African Army. On a long motorcycle ride to visit his girlfriend in Louterwater, Cape Province, van Jaarsveld stopped at night to offer a lift to a young girl standing at the roadside. Keeping the engine of his powerful motorcycle running in case she might be a decoy for a criminal gang preying upon motorists, and with his hearing further affected by the music from a transistor radio playing through the earplug in one ear, he failed to hear her reply or the details of her intended destination, but saw her nod in response to his offer. After donning his spare crash helmet and accepting the spare earplug to the radio, the girl mounted the pillion and they rode off. A few miles  down the road van Jaarsveld felt the motorcycle encounter an odd bump and slither slightly. Looking back he saw the pillion was empty.

Fearing the girl had fallen off, van Jaarsveld retraced his journey as far as the spot where she had mounted the pillion, only to find no sign of her. Equally puzzling, he saw now that the spare crash helmet he had given her to wear was clipped loosely to the luggage rack, and that the spare earpiece to his radio was now in his other ear. Deeply disturbed, van Jaarsveld rode on and called at the Petros Cafe, where the proprietress later confirmed his agitation and expressed her belief that he had encountered the apparition of a phantom hitch-hiker, a 22 year-old woman called Maria Charlotte Roux known to have been killed at the spot and thought by locals to haunt the road. When van Jaarsveld arrived at the home of his girlfriend, her family confirmed that he still appeared agitated, and that he told them of the incident the following morning. Subsequently, from a photograph provided by the fiancé of the dead woman, Lieutenant Giel Pretoñus of the South African Air Force, he confirmed that his passenger was indeed Maria Charlotte Roux. While traveling in her fiancé's car Maria had been killed at the spot during Easter 1968, and was said to appear each year around the same date.

Van Jaarsveld's story appeared in Fate magazine in July 1979 and in May 1980 in The Trentonian of New Jersey and the Middlesex News of Framlingham, Mass., and subsequently in various other journals and books. It transpired that three other sightings of the apparition had been published previously, although we do not know if van Jaarsveld had heard of them at the time of his experience. Two of these sightings are vague and do not involve clear views of the young woman. But the third concerns a motorist, Anton Le Grange, who reported that he stopped and gave a lift to a young woman in May 1976. Once the car was in motion she gave her destination as De Lange, 2 Porter Street, but when Le Grange recollected there was no such street in the town for which he was heading and turned to ask her for more details, the young woman had vanished. Dismayed, Le Grange reported the incident to the Uniondale Police, a fact confirmed by Constable Potgieter the duty officer, who then followed Le Grange in police transport to the spot where she had first appeared. Both men testify that on the way and while both vehicles were traveling at speed, the right rear door of Le Grange's Mercedes car swung gently open as if controlled by someone in the act of alighting, and Le Grange claims to have heard a woman's scream at that moment. Le Grange also claimed that the woman closely resembled the photograph of Maria Roux although he could not be certain, and Potgieter was sufficiently impressed by the whole incident to report subsequently that in his view something paranormal had indeed occurred.

Cynthia Hind, who investigated the case for Fate magazine, interviewed the various interested parties, unfortunately with the exception of Lieutenant Pretorius and Maria Roux's mother, who had left the area. Assuming the truthfulness of those concerned, we thus have some evidence the events concerned were correctly reported. In both incidents the young woman was described as wearing the same clothes, and the police confirmed the descriptions fitted what Maria Roux was known to have been wearing when she met her death. In both incidents, the young woman was not trying to hitch a lift, but was offered one because she was seen standing at the roadside and it was dark and wet at the time. In both incidents she is described as dark-haired, pale-faced and expressionless. Inquiries by Cynthia Hind revealed that Le Grange was correct in believing that there was no number 2 Porter Street in the town to which he had been heading, and the only house answering to that address turned out to be elsewhere in the Province and in use as a hostel for a boys' school. It has no known connection with "De Lange," whatever or whoever "De Lange" might be, and these words may conceivably have been an attempt by the young woman to address Le Grange by name.

We are unlikely ever to discover whether Maria Roux or any other phantom hitch-hiker is fact or fiction, but the case is well reported and at face value appears convincing. Neither van Jaarsveld nor Le Grange had any obvious reason for fabricating events, and neither seems to have been under the influence of drugs at the time. It is unlikely that the woman could have been a living person, as she left both vehicles while they were traveling at speed, and no sign was found of her body, and it seems unlikely that she could be explained as delayed telepathic memories, since when alive Maria Roux had never been on the pillion of the motor cycle or in the back seat of the car. The careful research carried out by Cynthia Hind would seem to rule out the possibility that the stories were based on flimsy details that had become embellished into urban myths. On balance, we are left with a number of suppositions and unanswered questions.

We would much prefer that this case could be dismissed out of hand as an urban myth. We might just be prepared to entertain the idea of ghosts winding their lonely way through cathedrals and dusty libraries, but the idea they should climb onto motorcycle pillions and into the back of cars, only to disappear when it suits their purposes, stretches our credulity to insupportable limits. Yet if apparitions can, as the examples in the last chapter suggests, sit in chairs and on beds, walk up and down stairs, place their hands on the shoulders of the living, pass through locked gates, hold conversations with the living, disappear on passing from one room to another, and walk large as life past kitchen windows, then in theory there is no reason why they should not accept lifts on the back of motorcycles and the back seats of cars. Supporters of the Super-ESP hypothesis would have us believe that as we do not know the limits of telepathy and clairvoyance from the living these abilities may account for all sightings of apparitions; we can equally well argue that as we do not know the limits of an apparition's capabilities it could well take rides on pillions and in the cars of hospitable drivers. This is not to argue that an apparition can do these things. It is simply to suggest that in the light of other evidence we should not immediately conclude that it cannot. The reason we conclude in this way is that we have come to associate ghostly sightings primarily with long corridors and dark stairways in ancient buildings bequeathed to us by long-dead generations. But if ghosts there be, they are as likely to be associated with the present as with the past. What matters is not our preconceptions, but the strength of the evidence.

If Maria Roux was a ghost, we can only suppose that she was unaware of her own death, and in her confusion believed she should find her way back home — to an address that she could not remember. The reason she appeared only around the time she died may have been because the date of her death still carried the strongest connection with the physical world for her. Possibly she maintained her lonely wait for a lift from passing motorists each day, but with insufficient energy (whatever that word means in this context) to become visible except around the date she died. Possibly, although still earthbound, she was only drawn to the site at that date. One speculation is as good — or as bad — as another.

Source: https://skolmen.wordpress.com/2020/01/16/the-ghost-of-uniondale/

It is believed to be the ghost of a woman who died in a tragic car accident in 1965, near the bridge over the Old Chatham Road. Two cars were involved in the collision, and three out of the four women in one car tragically died. One of the women was a bride-to-be, who was due to wed the following day. Is this the woman who continues to haunt Blue Bell Hill?

As well as the reports of the ghost jumping in front of cars, there have also been four reported experiences of a female hitch-hiker on Blue Bell Hill. Motorists pull over to pick her up, only for her to disappear from the back seat shortly after setting off.

Four years after the accident, a man on his way home to Rochester late at night saw 22. On another occasion, he witnessed the pedestrians again, walking across the road; however, a car drove straight through them this time!

In the early hours of 13 July 1974, Maurice Goodenough, a bricklayer from Rochester, drove through Blue Bell Hill when a “young girl” jumped in front of his car. “The girl just walked out in front of me from the edge of the road,” he said. “My car hit her with a hell of a bang.”

He jumped out of his car to tend to the girl, who he found lying in the road, with a cut to her forehead and grazes on her knees. He covered her with a  blanket and tried to wave down passers-by, but no one would stop. He thought it would be unwise to try and move her into his car, so he rushed off to Rochester Police Station to report what had happened. They returned to the scene to find nothing but the blanket Goodenough had placed over her.

A search was called in the nearby area, but there was no success. The search resumed at dawn, with tracker dogs, but no scent, tracks, or blood could be found. A check on hospital admissions and a newspaper appeal for the missing child was carried out, but nobody stepped forward. Goodenough was interviewed by the News of the World that Saturday night and was still shaken and adamant that he had hit a girl. “I’m not going mad”, he said. “But where did she vanish? I’m still shaking from the experience.”

The Press jumped to the assumption that the girl must have been a ghost. Their research about the incident in 1965 and the legend of the hitch-hiking ghost resulted in the conclusion that the girl must have been a ghost. The fact that it was a girl, her appearance in the vicinity of the 1965 crash, her vanishing after the incident, and the fact Goodenough’s car wasn’t damaged, all point to this conclusion.

One Sunday evening in November, it was late when Ian Sharpe, a 54-year-old coach driver, was on his way home to Maidstone when a young woman appeared directly in front of his vehicle near the Aylesford southbound turn-off of the A229 at Blue Bell Hill. The woman strangely stared right into his eyes before he hit her, with the body going under the bonnet. Mortified, he slammed on his brakes and jumped out to help the woman.

“I honestly thought I had killed her”, he said. “You can’t imagine how it felt. I was so scared to look underneath, but I knelt and looked straight through – there was nothing there”. He then looked around the vehicle and at the side of the road but found no one. So sure he was of hitting the woman, he went to the police station at Rochester to tell them about the incident. Aware of the area and its reports, the police explained the legend that surrounds the area.

Nevertheless, the police returned with him to the scene, and sure enough, the search proved fruitless. Ian Sharpe later described it as the most terrifying experience of his life.

Also, later that month and year, two motorists reported hitting a woman wearing a red scarf near the Robin Hood Lane junction at Bluebell Hill. They searched and informed the police, but yet again, nobody was ever found.

Hello, during 1964- 1973, I was a member of the Kent Ambulance Service based at Medway. One Christmas Eve night while driving back from a Maidstone hospital in an ambulance, after taking a patient there, we were driving up Blue Bell Hill when suddenly my co-driver and myself noticed a person, in what appeared to be wearing a wedding dress, step out into the road, I slowed down, and my mate leant out the cab window asked her where she was going this time of night. All she wanted was a lift, so I jumped out and opened the rear of the ambulance doors, and she got in. When we drove into Rochester, I turned my head and called out to her, but the ambulance was empty.

Ces témoignages rappellent les innombrables récits d’autostoppeurs fantômes en provenance d’un peu partout dans le monde mais aussi en France. 

L’un des cas les plus documentés est survenu en 1981 près de Montpellier. Quatre jeunes gens ont pris en autostop une femme vêtue de blanc et silencieuse. Au bout d’un kilomètre, sur portion de la route dangereuse, la passagère a crié « Attention au virage, attention au virage ! »… avant de s’évaporer comme une bulle de savon. Très secoués, les quatre amis –deux hommes et deux femmes-, se sont précipités à la gendarmerie pour raconter leur histoire. Les témoins, qui n’avaient ni bu ni consommé de substances illicites ont été pris au sérieux par la maréchaussée, qui a consigné leur récit. 

Par la suite, l’universitaire, spécialiste de la parapsychologie, Yves Lignon a pu rencontrer l’un d’entre eux et a conclu à sa sincérité.

L'auto-stoppeuse fantôme appartient à la famille des dames blanches. Il s'agit presque exclusivement d'apparitions de jeunes femmes, même s'il existe quelques cas d'auto-stoppeurs. Dans le scénario le plus courant, il s'agit d'une jeune femme habillée en blanc qui fait de l'auto-stop la nuit et qui, après être montée dans un véhicule, disparaît brusquement, soit à l'approche d'un passage dangereux, soit en arrivant à une adresse donnée. Ce phénomène est connu un peu partout dans le monde et est généralement considéré comme appartenant aux légendes urbaines, en particulier depuis la publication aux États-Unis en 1981 du livre de Jan Harold Brunvand The Vanishing Hitchhiker. Selon Jean-Noël Kapferer, des récits de ce type ont été repérés et classés dès 1942, mais on en trouve déjà la trace aux États-Unis dans les années trente.

Malgré des variations notables, on retrouve un certain nombre de points communs à ces manifestations :

* La rencontre se produit la nuit sur une route peu fréquentée.

* Rencontre et disparition se produisent toujours aux mêmes endroits.

* Le conducteur est le plus souvent un homme seul dans son véhicule.

* Il est en général d'âge moyen ou mur, et semble ne pas être spécialement pressé.

* L'auto-stoppeuse est une jeune femme vêtue de blanc, d'où son appellation de dame blanche.

* Les auto-stoppeurs masculins sont rares, voire inexistants.

* Des indices laissent supposer qu'il s'agit du fantôme d'une victime d'un accident de la route.

* Les témoins semblent n'avoir aucun doute sur la réalité physique de l'auto-stoppeuse.