Ghost Girl Rider

[poliphilo]

 We lived in a valley and the upper slopes of the hills were still forested. Up in the woods where I sometimes played with my friends there was a steep gravelly slope down which, said one of my friends, a crazy horsewoman had once ridden at full gallop and suffered a horrible accident. If you search among the stones, he added, you can still find traces of her blood. 

"And they do say her ghost still rides..."

I think he was spinning me a line but if she ever existed hotpot reckons she'd have looked something like this.