Ghost Riders

"In the early '80s, I was living in a house I had recently bought," writes Tonja. "On this particular day I was sitting eating lunch in my kitchen facing out the back of my house which looked upon an abandoned railroad track. It was January, but a fairly sunny and pleasant day in Western Kentucky. As I sat staring but not really seeing, as they say, I was looking through the glass-enclosed porch out toward the track, which was approximately 100 to 150 feet. I saw them then – transparent riders on horseback, low in the saddle riding their steeds hard...." Read the rest of Tonja's remarkable experience.