In December of 2012 my then fiancée (wife now) and I were on vacation on Grand Cayman Island. It's my favorite place on Earth! It's a small island that is ringed with coral reefs and hundreds of old sailing ships have wrecked on them. The most famous shipwreck was the Wreck of the Ten Sails which is near the hotel where we were staying. After a day of scuba diving and fun and sun and shopping we got dressed up, island style, and had a very romantic dinner at a restaurant called The Lighthouse. This restaurant is far away from the main city of Georgetown as is the hotel where we were staying.
All the "action" is on the west end of the island, we were staying on the east end on a stretch of road with no houses for miles. When we finished dinner, we got in the rental car and decided to take the scenic route back to the hotel. We headed north towards Rum Point and then started to loop around the east end road back to the hotel. I say "Scenic Route" but there was nothing to see. At night it is darker than the inside of a cow on the east end of the island. There are no street lights, signs, houses or stripes on the road, it was DARK! All we could see was what the headlights on the rental car illuminated.
A few miles from the hotel the road goes through a protected nature reserve and the brush and shrubs line both sides of the road like a solid wall, 5 - 10 feet tall. We were about 500 yards from the hotel when we drove around a sharp bend and our headlights illuminated something that I will NEVER forget. Standing in the brush, not amongst the brush, in the brush, was a man and a woman. When the headlights lit them up, they didn't flinch or cover their eyes, they just stood motionless. The man was life size and wore a shirt with wide blue horizontal stripes. The woman was a little shorter and was wearing a gingham style dress that covered her up to her neck. They looked to be about 50 - 60 years old and their faces were weather beaten. My fiancée remembers the man being bald, I remember him wearing a close fitting cap. We both agreed on the woman having her hair pulled back. If you are familiar with the painting "American Gothic," that's how they were standing. They were glowing, not because of the headlights but had an eerie glow. They looked alive but we couldn't see their legs below their knees, they were basically floating. The speed limit on the island is only 30 or 35 MPH so we got a good look. We drove past them and I immediately stopped the car and looked at my fiancée and said, "Did you see that?" She just nodded her head and her eyes were as wide open as mine. I quickly backed up and the man and woman were gone.
Funny thing is that we weren't scared or frightened. We both remember a feeling of calmness washing over us. We figured they were a sailor and his wife that were killed on one of the wrecks. It was common during sailing ship days for sailors to bring their wives with them. We spent several more days on the island and drove by the brush where we saw the two several more times but never saw them again.