on a road in dallas
by theuglyearring
One night about ten years ago a beautiful blonde girl ghost appeared on a road near Dallas’ White Rock Lake.
Mr. and Mrs. Guy Malloy, directors for display for the world-famous specialty store, Neiman-Marcus, saw the girl. Only they didn’t recognize her, right off, for a ghost. She had walked up from the beach. And she stood there in the headlights of the slow-moving Malloy car. Mrs. Malloy said, “Stop, Guy. That girl seems in trouble. She must have fallen in the lake. Her dress is wet. Yet you can tell that it is a very fine dress. She certainly got it at the Store.”
By “the Store,” Mrs. Malloy meant the Neiman-Marcus Company of Dallas.
The girl spoke in a friendly, cultured contralto to the couple after the car had stopped. She said she’d like to be taken to an address on Gaston Avenue in the nearby Lakewood section. It was an emergency she said. She didn’t explain what had happened to her, and the Malloys were too polite to ask. She had long hair, which was beginning to dry in the night breeze. And Mrs. Malloy was now sure that this girl was wearing a Neiman-Marcus dress. She was very gracious as she slipped by Mrs. Malloy and got in the back seat of the two-door sedan.
When the car started, Mrs. Malloy turned to converse with the passenger in the Neiman-Marcus gown. The girl had vanished. There was a damp spot on the back seat.
The Malloys went to the address on Gaston Avenue. A middle-aged man answered the door. Yes, he had a daughter with long blonde hair who wore nothing but Neiman-Marcus clothes. She had been drowned about two years before when she fell off a pier at White Rock Lake.
The point of this story – for our purposes – is not that Mr. and Mrs. Guy Malloy, a hard-working, sober, no-nonsense couple, say very firmly that they saw a ghost. Other folks say they have seen the beautiful girl ghost of White Rock. The point of this story is that she was a very well-dressed ghost. And Mrs. Malloy at once identified her as wearing Neiman-Marcus clothes.
(more about the lady here)
that is a beautiful, sad, scary story.
In the South of France we have a similar ghost, her name is “La Dame blanche”, she is wearing a white dress ; she “lives” on “La route des Cretes” (where i’m from) and it is one of the scariest road as it is and i can assure you driving through it at night was an absolute NO NO…
La route des cretes –> http://www.flickr.com/photos/37334990@N00/2106099942/in/set-72157594285640545
(the city below is where i’m from!)
how could you ever leave home? it’s so beautiful! that coast, the med ocean…my goodness. will you ever return one day?
ah, those ghosts. such curious things.
Yes South of France is a wonderful place and growing up on the coast was very special but the world is so vast i don’t think i could ever in one place for too long… i need to go back very often though! Returning for good? Maybe, i really don’t know but not on the list for now… I would love to see your side of the world though and that’s on the list!!