On Brooklyn’s east side one night in 1894, five young women were making their way home through the curling fog. They decided to take a short cut near Knickerbocker Avenue and cut through a deserted lot.
They were about halfway across the lot when they noticed a strange white floating light directly ahead of them that seemed to be made up of the surrounding fog.
Without warning a piercing wail cut through the night, sending a bolt of fear down each of their spines.
The five women were rooted to the spot in fear as the white light drew closer and closer…until they could make out the ghostly image of a sunken-faced woman, covered in a white clothing, wading through the dark night’s fog towards them!
The group of young women had seen enough – they bolted in the opposite direction and managed to make it home safely.
The women spent the next hour explaining to their older brothers what they had just seen. The group of brothers decided to head to the abandoned lot and confront this female entity.
They arrived at the lot and decided to stand back-to-back in a circle, revolvers drawn and ready for action.
Suddenly they saw the female apparition rise slowly from the ground with it’s arms outstretched towards them. Their bravado was soon lost – they bolted exactly like their younger sisters had!
When they arrived home they spent the remainder of the night telling neighbors what they had witnessed and advising them to keep their windows and doors locked.
The Following Night…
The following night, as the story unfolded across Brooklyn, a large posse of concerned residents got together opposite the lot where the ghostly incident had taken place.
They stayed there until the early hours of the morning but dispersed just before dawn – had this group of brothers fooled them into thinking there was an entity in Brooklyn?
A local man named Peter Woelfel decided to take matters into his own hands the following night and set out to rubbish the claims put forward by the brothers.
At 1 A.M. Peter was spotted stumbling back into his home…as white as a ghost. He didn’t say a word but the locals could see he was clearly traumatized by something.
The next morning Peter felt up to being able to recount what had happened to him the night before. He approached a local gathering and told them his story…
He was apparently crossing the same abandoned lot when the ghostly female entity shot straight out of the ground. He was frozen with fear and claimed “She performed the serpentine dance while I remained rooted to the ground.”
At the end of this dance she gave out a loud wail and suddenly he was able to move his legs again.
He ran home as fast as he could, nearly collapsing at his front door.
More and more people started to take to the streets in search of this ghost Peter had encountered the night before. They were all armed – so the police decided to get involved as quickly as possible.
Within 24 hours a reporter from the New York Times turned up but he was told by a policeman named Holliday that the local whiskey was to blame.
Apparently the whiskey was so poor in the area it often caused the locals to see things that weren’t really there – in some cases robbing their own homes in a state of confusion!
The ghostly woman failed to appear that night and the large crowd had finally began to fizzle down after a few days of panic.
The reporter returned to his head office and wrote a short article on the incident – the wailing entity was never seen or heard again.