Where I live in England there is a roman village. It's been there for centuries in Lincolnshire. Many bodies, burial grounds have been found in the village. We've even had time team come do an investigation here.
The story I am about to tell left me at a point where I now have to take a different route to work.
It all started at around 8.30 on a normal working day I had got into my car, started to drive up the main road of my village where I live towards the cross roads that leads into my village. The lights were red and I was at the start of the queue on my own. Ahead of me a car pulled up and stopped following another. I reached to turn on my radio whilst I waited. Glancing up, astonished at what I was seeing. There was a troop of roman soldiers about 8-12 of them marching across from left to right they were dressed in shielded armour holding shields. The odd part is I could see their whole body only to there knees. As I watched them looking around to see if anyone else was seeing this abnormal site. No one was watching other than me. The man across the road was watching the lights waiting to turn green, the cyclist carried on past. No one other than me had seen this that morning.
As this was playing on my mind all day, I'd figured that as the roads have been built up since roman times, they are still walking on the roads there walked on and new. I'm guessing this is why I could only see them down to their knees.