All this happened a few years ago when my father and I were driving through the countryside in Shropshire late one night in December a few years ago. I hardly know how to put this story as it was such a strange experience, so please bear with me on this.
It was around 1:00 am, maybe 1:30. We were driving through Bridgenorth in Shopshire. My dad and I had come up from London to visit a few relatives that lived way out in the open countryside. I was quite sleepy as it was so late, but I stayed awake to keep dad company. So, my dad was only driving around 20 mph as the lanes were very tight. I looked out the window on my passenger side and I saw a woman in a long white nightie running very fast across the field. I watched her for a few seconds, then something behind her caught my eye, a man in a cloak and top hat was running after her. I could hear the woman crying and shouting to get away. I rubbed my eyes and again I could see the black man in a cloak and top hat running after her. I turned round to my dad and told him to stop the car.
I jumped out of the car and ran to the gate of the field but they were both gone. The screams and crying had stopped and it was dead silence. I rushed back in the car and told my dad to drive around the field so I could find her and see if she was ok, but nothing. I told my dad what I had seen, but he said he didn't see anything as he was keeping his eyes on the road. We must have drove around at least three or four times but I couldn't find her. Within three seconds she and the black figure that was chasing her had disappeared from the field.
Can anybody give some understanding of this?
Many thanks, Penny (misfitsdoll)