I have a similar ghostly tale. From ages and ages ago, when I was a teenager living at home. My father's rose garden in our front lawn was legendary. Strangers stopped all the time to comment. So it wasn't at all unusual when the door rang one night and, answering it, I saw a young couple in their 20s. "Your roses are gorgeous. Can we admire them for a bit?"

A few days later, I saw their photos in the paper. They'd been found, dead, the very dead I saw them after being missing.

F--k!!!!