When I turned the car around then headed back towards him slowly, we could see he had a smile on his face, so we stopped and offered him the lift and told him it would only take a moment to move a couple of things out of the way because he was tall, we wanted to make him feel comfortable, then we opened the door to let him in. But nobody was there.

The ‘Ghost-Busting’ and paranormal investigation team arrived at around 7 PM at our old shop as pre-arranged. The group’s leader was a tall, striking woman who was a renowned clairvoyant and medium, and the rest of her group was made up of her two sisters, and six other women of varying ages. All the members of the team had varying levels of abilities and sensitivities and all had had paranormal experiences throughout their lives.

“What to do you want to show me?” I asked him, again in Spanish. He nodded at the headstone, but it was too dark for me to be able to read the inscription. The ground around the headstone was slightly higher than everywhere else, as though the burial has been quite recent. When I turned to mention it to the young man, he was gone. I spun around and looked in all directions, but he was nowhere to be seen.