During the last week of June, I was driving on a road known as the "old Paris Highway" that was used to travel from Hugo, Oklahoma to Paris, Texas. Also known as old 271, it travels through the small town of Grant, Oklahoma. Approximately one quarter of a mile south of Grant the road passes under an old railroad trestle that was built around 1900 and the road is so narrow that only one car can pass under at a time.
It was between 10:00 and 10:04 p.m., as I drove south on a long sweeping left curve just north of the trestle when I saw a woman walking south on my right along the edge of the roadway (there are no shoulders). I was only going 25-30 mph and I noticed that she was dressed in a chiffon white (tutu) looking knee length dress with white hose, short 20's flapper style hair, about 5'6"-5'7" walking like she was tom-boyish &/or not used to wearing dress shoes. A labored type of walk. She appeared solid just like a person would but I immediately knew what I was looking at. I remember thinking "oh god, please don't turn and look at me and have some ghoulish/skeletor face but I couldn't take my eyes off her. When the car was 30-40 feet away, she did turn and look at me over her left shoulder as if to say "be careful don't hit me". She had the face of a girl in her late teens-early twenties with very white skin, bright red lipstick and rouge or blush on her cheeks. I felt a feeling of dread as I passed her and right after I had gone under the tressle, I turned around and drove back north with my iPhone video camera running. There aren't any driveways, houses or roads for anyone to leave that particular section of roadway and I knew she would be gone as I drove back north and I was right.
One week later I ran into a friend that I knew had grown up around Grant; I intentionally avoided mentioning anything about what I had seen. I asked him if he knew anything strange or weird about the old railroad trestle. His eyes got big and he gave me the strangest look and said "You don't know how many nights I sat on that trestle drinking beer with my buddies and looking for the ghost of the bride" The expression on my face must have got his attention because he said "you saw her, didn't you?". I told him about what I had seen and he said that on the morning of her wedding, her fiancé had parked his car just south of the trestle and hanged himself up in the trestle's rafters. They looked for several hours before he was found.
I don't have any names, dates, etc. But I know what I saw. When I was a kid I always wanted to see a ghost. I finally did in February of 1990 and it scared me so bad I passed out but that ghost was transparent, with light coming from inside, like a Chinese lantern. The fact that she appeared solid made this one even stranger.
Any thoughts?
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