Amazing Ghost Story

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 853, 23 December 1929, Page 9

Amazing Ghost Story

RIDE BEHIND DEAD MAN Wife’s Remarkable Tale HUSBAND KILLED ON SPEEDWAY United T‘.A.—By Telegraph—Copyright Received 9.5 a.m. LONDON, Sunday. THE lively public interest in spiritualism, owing to the presence in London of the world’s reputed best mediums, Schneider and Marjory, induced the “Evening Standard’’ to invite its readers to tell their own experiences.

Amid a mass of truly remarkable versions is one featured today, which is calculated to arouse a controversy, and appears entitled to be regarded as the world’s most extraordinary ghost story. It is a letter from Dorothy Reeves, wife of the dirt-track rider, Roy Reeves, who was killed on the Leicester speedway on September 22. She says: "Three months ago my husband was killed at 9.5 p.m. Three days afterward, I was draw r n as by a magnet to the speedway, with an uncontrollable desire to walk the track. I was accompanied by my husband’s friend and former mechanics. ‘‘Upon reaching the spot where he was killed, 1 lost all thought of my companions, because my husband was waiting there with his own racing model. He smiled and nodded to me to mount the pillion. Miraculously, I was able to do so. We completed the course together, he talking and laughing throughout, until reaching the paddock gate lie drove off alone, being gradually transformed into a ball of mist. "Suddenly I returned to earth, to

find one mechanic sobbing heartbrokenly, and the others looking pale and ill.

“The spectacle appeared at 9.5 p.m. To my intense relief, the three men also witnessed it, otherwise I should have thought myself Insane. “Previous to this I was a staunch disbeliever, pooh-poohing the spirit idea, although my husband was credited with great psychic powers. He had vowed to convert me, if it took 100 years. “During the fatal race meeting, he had a presentiment that he would die that day; but none could dissuade him from riding. Two months previously he chose and autographed the wood for his coffin. "Though I am now convinced of life in the spiritual sphere, I do not understand why a material motorcycle could appear. This same machine was in a nearby workshop entirely dismantled, and I say emphatically it was not the one used on the fatal night. “Several times since I have both seen and felt my husband near; but I lose the powers of speech at such moments.”