The photos were taken close to the time of the incident but not by me.

I was born and raised in Pleasant Plains on Staten Island, NYC. In the mid 1960's when I was around 15, I like all the other kids in NY neighborhood, hung out downtown in front of the corner Drug Store. One afternoon one of the girls who lived a few towns away needed to leave for home so I offered to walk her to the train station.

Both sides of the train station in our town were elevated. About 20 feet above street level. Both only had one way up and down and no way to get from one side to the other without going down to the street and crossing under the trestle and back up the other side. Otherwise it was a long drop if you tried to jump.

The south bound side had 3 or 4 flights of stairs leading to the platform with only a small overhang for shelter. The north bound side (first photo is looking north on northbound side)

had about the same number of stairs but went straight up to the platform. (to where the lady is standing in the photo). On the northbound side was also a building (see photo) that had the old ticket counter and waiting area. You could still get inside for shelter but it wasn't used for much else at the time.

As we walked down the sidewalk toward the station we had to pass the south bound stairs go under the trestle and up the north bound stairs to get to the north bound train.

As we approached the south bound side, sitting on the bottom step was a very old woman wearing a nice blue dress with big wide brimmed blue hat. As we got closer we could see that she was not pale complected but white with bright red lips. As kids we laughed to ourselves and commented on how bad this old woman looked with all that white make up. It would be the last time we would laugh that day.

We passed by within a few feet of her and she looked as real as anyone, just a bit stranger looking. She seemed pleasant however and smiled a big smile at us as we passed. We then walked the next 100 or so feet, went under the trestle and turned to walk up the stairs to the North bound side. We took the first step, then looked up to the top and there was the old lady looking down at us smiling. (she was standing about where the lady in the photo is) We quick looked at each other in amazement and then back, but she wasn't there anymore. We continued climbing to the top of the stairs which were at the northern most end of the platform. When we reached the top the lady was not on the station platform. We walked half way down the platform (where the man in this second photo is)

and into the waiting area but she wasn't there either. So we came back out. Sort of half laughing about the whole thing when we noticed the lady was standing at the top of the stairs where we just walked up and where we first saw her. But we didn't pass her? We stepped back inside for a brief moment to get hold of ourselves and when we came out again she was at the far opposite end of the platform with her back to us looking in the direction of where the train would come from. ( We were standing about where the man is. Looking toward the far end in the photo) We went to the right and to the opposite side of the platform (where the woman in the photo is) from her to wait for the train as the girl wanted to get on the first car. We stopped and turned around and the lady was no longer there. Now we were concerned that maybe she had fallen off the platform or that we were totally crazy. Maybe we just missed seeing her all those times. But, we hadn't turned our backs on her long enough for her to get to the waiting room and now the train was in view coming into the station. We could see the whole platform and it was empty except for us.

I told the girl I would go check to see where the old lady went after she got on the train. We stood looking in the direction of the incoming train with the full station in view. The train pulled in and stopped. The girl got on the first car (I was standing about where the woman in the photo is standing) and I went up to her window and knocked on it to say goodbye. I waved goodbye as the train pulled out of the station only to have my blood run cold when I noticed the lady in Blue sitting behind the girl smiling at me as the train pulled away. I ran home and kept calling the girl until she got home and answered the phone. I told her what I saw and she said that when she paid the conductor she changed her seat and there was no one else there in the car. Now not many people believe this story but we both experienced it. I never saw the girl again and never told the story until I was in my thirties. Since then I have heard of other people having a sighting there of a lady in blue.

wow!

I have chills reading your experience!

Just wish I could find the girl that was with me. I keep looking but without her, it's still just a story.

All of these years later, I'd want to find the girl to see if her memory if it matched mine.

I know what you mean. That's what I said above. I still have the guys that experienced the cross to corroborate that story though. So I think my memory might be ok for now. lol

You see, I have to question the apparition I see, because the house was built 40-some-odd years before I was born. And it is odd that the lady in question would be upstairs…because it was an attic space when we moved in. So, why would this woman be standing in front of a window that she may not have had access to until 1963? Just my questions…

I am a little confused about your post but then I usually am confused… LOL Are you on the right page? This topic is about a train station.

I said earlier that it is nice to have other people witness something so that it is more than just an anecdote. Seeker said that he/she didn't question the apparitions he/she has seen because they are all people they know. I should have quoted that one to reflect that my post was an answer to Seeker's post.

It was all about seeing something and having someone to corroborate your sighting, tying in to your story about the train station.

Sorry, I should have gone back and read it all again. Thanks

No harm, no foul. I find your experiences extremely interesting and hope you get in touch with your friend to see if her memories are the same as yours.

I have been trying for years but no luck so far. However, I have contacted everyone involved in the Cross on the car story and all agree it happened just as I remembered it.

After 40 years I figured they wouldn't have any reason for being untruthful. Even one of them that has grown up not believing in the paranormal and has no interest in it either, said he has to admit that the incident still has him scratching his head.