I reckon if someone had told me this tale, Id have dismissed it straight away. But it truly happened to my brother and his wife. They were heading home after celebrating our grandfathers birthday in a little village outside Oxford. It was early, around seven in the evening. As they drove along the A40, they spotted a young woman standing by the roadside, desperately waving her arms to flag them down. My brothers wife urged him not to stop, saying it wasnt safe, but my brother eased up and pulled over to see what was wrong. The womans face was covered in cuts and bruises.
Between sobs, she explained that she and her family had been in a car crash. Their car had gone off the road and tumbled into a ravine. She claimed her husband hadnt survived, but their child was still alive, and pleaded with my brother to help him. She pointed down to where the accident had happened. My brother got out of the car, told the woman to stay with his wife, and hurried towards the wreck. Sure enough, he found the car at the bottom. Without thinking, he clambered down, opened the back door, and pulled out the boy, who looked about six years old.
When my brother returned to his own car, the woman had vanished. He asked his wife, Emily, about her, but Emily shrugged and said the woman had followed him. Confused, my brother went back to the wreck, searching for her. For the first time, he noticed there were two people in the front: a man behind the wheelclearly the fatherand his wife beside him. Both were lifeless. But who had asked for help on the road? My brother says the realisation sent chills through him.
The boy now lives with their family; theyve adopted him. To this day, my brother believes it was the ghost of the woman who reached out to them for help.
