On a December evening, about 9PM, a couple of years ago, someone rang our door bell. As I flipped on the outside lights, I noticed that there was no car in the driveway. We live in the woods and our nearest neighbor is 100 yards away. On the other side of the street is a cemetery, so we don’t get a lot of walk up visitors, particularly from the cemetery.

I opened the door to discover a 50ish woman with chin length blond hair. I had never seen this woman before but judging by her facial features, I would say that her heritage was Scandinavian. And, I ventured to guess that her first name was probably Ingrid.

She asked if she could use the phone and I told her yes. As she came in, she explained to me that her car was in the cemetery, running, and that she had accidently locked the doors.

This sent chills down my spine. Why was she in the cemetery at 9PM? Was this some sort of witchcraft? Some Druid ritual? I tried to put a good spin on the event by believing that maybe she grieving the recent loss of a relative and came to the grave site to light a candle or leave some flowers. Then my sick little twisted mind kicked in, “Maybe she is taking comfort in the loss of a relative and wanted to make sure that the bastard was still dead.”

She stated that she was going to call someone to bring over her extra set of keys. She made her phone call but apparently the person she was calling was not at home. So she left a message.

She then decided that she would just walk home to get her extra keys. I offered to drive her if she wanted, but she declined. She said that she didn’t live that far away and that the exercise would be good for her. And so she left.

About 5 minutes later, the phone rang and the voice on the other end asked, “Is Ingrid there?” “Who?” I responded. He said “Ingrid. She just left me a message from this phone number.” I said “Oh, you mean the 50ish woman with blond hair.” He said “Yes”. I said “No, she left about 5 minutes ago.” He said “Thank you.” and hung up the phone.

“Ingrid” I smiled to my self. Can I call em or can I call em.

Still, I have to wonder what a 50ish woman would be doing in a cemetery at 9PM? And why did she leave the car running in the first place? Was she just making a quick stop or did she leave the car running in case she needed to make a quick getaway? And more to the point, was she meeting someone there? How many women would go to a cemetery at night, alone? I guess I will never know the answers as to Ingrid and the cemetery. While this is not the strangest event for this house hold, it is one of the more interesting ones.