“There’s a canal near me that is only accessible by foot or bike because it’s a protected area for mangrove tree saplings. To get there, I have to walk or ride a mile, but it’s worth it as the canal has some of the best fishing in the area.
One morning, I drove my truck there. It was around 6 a.m., and though the sun hadn’t risen, I could see a glow on the horizon. I loaded my gear on my modified fishing bike and took off down on the dirt road.
About 3/4 of the way down, I saw the intrusion dam control tower which was surround by a fence. I also noticed what I thought was a large, white plastic bag hanging from the top of the fence. I stopped my bike and grumbled about idiots who litter. I started to peddle my bike towards the ‘garbage bag,’ and that’s when things got freaky!
The ‘bag’ looked like it was dancing. Wind, right? That’s what I thought. I stopped my bike again to take a better look. I saw this ‘garbage bag’ dancing on the fence, left to right, back to front, right to left, and back again! It then moved over to the top of the control tower and hovered, still dancing! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and thought the ‘bag’ was tangled on fishing line or something.
I started peddling closer, and when I got about 40 yards away, this ‘garbage bag’ jumped off the roof of the control tower and took on the shape of a person. I could see the head, the shoulders, an arm and the legs! I kept peddling, but it just vanished when I got near. When I reached the tower, there was no garbage bag, nothing, not even a fishing line draped on the fencing!
I didn’t say anything to anyone for three months, until I went back to the spot. I then asked the regulars if they’d ever seen anything weird there before. One of them told me that back in the 80s, a jealous boyfriend killed the guy he caught fooling around with his girlfriend during a party.
I began to wonder if I’d seen the girl’s dancing ghost. After a little digging, I learned that the area used to be a hotspot for bad deeds. I heard the murder story more than three times from some of the old timers. WOW! I still think about it and wonder. I’ve gone back several times over the last two years, prepped with a camera, but I’ve seen nothing but a raccoon and a few iguanas here and there. Will I ever see the girl again? Or was it truly her last dance?”