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Not all ghosts are human or animal; some of the strangest are of the an inanimate variety. A good example is the death
coach of Lady Mary Howard that reputedly haunts the old King's Way moorland road between Tavistock and Okehampton
in Devon. Imprisoned inside is the wan specter of Lady Howard, daughter of a seventeenth century estate owner called Sir
John Fitz of Fitzford, and the coach itself is constructed from the skulls and bones of her four husbands, all of whom were
supposedly murdered by her. Even the coach dog running in front of it is a skeleton.

On the evening of June 28, 1944 at around 9:45pm, David Hanchet was cycling home and had just reached the junction of
Bell Lane in Engfield Old Town, on London's northern outskirts, when he saw a tall black box-shaped coach driven by a
coachman and drawn by a team of black horses suddenly drive straight through a hedge bordering some allotments to his
left. Totally silent but outlined by an electrical blue light, the coach ran parallel with the hedge for a while, with its wheels
about a foot above the ground, then disappeared through the gates of an old garage. The coachman was wearing a tall
black hate, a long whip was at his side, and several people were inside. A young boy riding a bike nearby also saw this
extraordinary apparition and fled in terror. This is just one of many sightings of an eerie spectral coach running along Bell
Lane, and according to legend it is the coach of King James II's notorious "hanging judge," George Jeffreys, who rides
inside.

There are other phantoms such as road accidents, and an eerie one is in which the transport is real but the victim a ghost.
Driving along the A12 towards Great Yarmouth on the rainy evening of November 2, 1981, Andrew Cutajar was near to
Hopton when he saw a gray mist in the middle of the road. As he drew nearer, it resolved itself into the form of a tall
longhaired man dressed in a long coat or cloak and wearing old fashioned lac up boots. The figure made no attempt to
move out of the way, so Cutajar braked to avoid him, but as he did, his car skidded on the wet road and plunged straight
into the man. The man was no more substantial than a cloud and just vanished. Butajar's car crashed into the grass verge,
but luckily he was uninjured. As for his "victim", it turns out that this is just one of several similar incidents reported from this
stretch of road, seemingly haunted by the ghost of a man from an earlier century with no knowledge of modern traffic.