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Hello, it's another day of the uncanny Halloween Advent calendar, and we have an email from Susan who says,

Hi, Danny. I'm a member of the Richard the Third Society. In 2013, my friend Carl and I

decided to go to Bosworth Battlefield in Leicestershire

where Richard was killed.

It was a crisp spring morning.

We walked up to the sundial on Ambien Hill.

On that day, there was a judicial review going on

over where to put Richard's recently discovered remains to rest.

I was having a moan saying they ought to hurry up.

Looking towards the edge of the woods, I thought I saw some motorbikers.

I turned back chatting to Carla, but then I looked again and asked Carla

if she could see what I was seeing.

She could.

Moving slowly, there seemed to be four nights. The sun reflected on their helmets, typical 15th century armour.

The one leading them wore a burgundy-coloured cloak.

As we stopped, they stopped. It was like they were looking at us.

I don't know how long we stood there, but then the knight wearing the cloak

extended his hand, palm upwards, and as we continued to watch, they faded and slowly disappeared.

As you can imagine, we were speechless.

I'm not surprised. What do we make of this? Did Susan witness some kind of time slip?

Send me your thoughts, I'll be back tomorrow with another microdose of the potentially paranormal.

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