Rick struck me as a serious minded, hard-working young man, and his voice quivered as he told me his story, so I knew he was reliving his experience as he told it.

"All of a sudden it seemed to get smoky down there, like there was a fog or something. I looked up and saw two glowing golden lines in the air, like light hairs, or a cobweb floating only about four feet in front of me. I thought it was a web of dust from the sandblaster at first, but then it transformed into the likeness of a woman. She was facing left and away from me, looking into the stone wall which was only some ten feet away. Her sandy-colored hair was down to her shoulders and looped back up to a bun. She wore a tight fitting skirt that flared at the hips. The sleeves were puffy, but I couldn't see her lower body because of piles of boxes between her and me. As I recall it now, I should have realized that she couldn't fit in that space. The background seemed 100 feet and beyond, like there were buildings behind her. I moved to my left and tried to better focus my eyes. At first I thought she was a real woman, but then I realized the perspective was all off. When I waved my hand in front of my face, the air seemed much colder. She began moving off and getting smaller, like she was going through a doorway to some other space. Her image was quite clear and real to me. I wasn't horror-stricken, but I felt very uncomfortable and I feared that she might turn and face me. I don't know why, but I'm glad I didn't see her face. Before this happened to me, I didn't know that this place had a history of sightings, so it was all a big surprise for me. She gradually faded away into the wall, and while this was happening, it seemed like the wall was going away from the house. Chuck Griffin, of course, wasn't too happy to hear of my living nightmare in his newly acquired property. The image appeared for only about twenty seconds, but it was enough to scare the hell out of me, and I told Chuck that I won't work in the basement ever again."

Rick was obviously sincere and I didn't doubt a word he said. What intrigued me most was that this spirit appeared to him underground. It seems that many of the hauntings throughout the years in the vicinity of the Frog Pond have been beneath the earth's surface. And it also surprised me that all the ghosts hanging around the jail complex are women. A jail, I would think, should conjure up male spirits.