The Ghost Of Ethel Allen

She was a beautiful nineteen year old woman brutally murdered then mutilated , her body parts strewn along side of the Indian River in Brevard County, Florida in the 1930's. Her ghost is said to haunt what was then known as Ashley's Tavern in Rockledge, Florida where she reportedly visited often  in life.  
   
I vaguely remembered rumors of the now named, Ashley's Restaurant and Bar being haunted. One day, I did some research on the place and read some very intriguing stories of her antics in the restaurant. I remember being really giddy when my ex-husband and I decided to dine there for the first time.  
   
I went armed with the knowledge that she loved the ladies restroom and was seen there often. Our table was on the second floor. While we ate, I felt a presence standing near us. There was no one there but much to my surprise my french fries started flying off my plate and onto the table. I couldn't believe my eyes.    
   
Soon afterwards, I excused myself to go to the restroom on the ground floor. As I descended the staircase, I began to feel a deep coldness on the back of my neck. The closer I got to the bathroom door, the colder the breeze. I went inside the room and stood in front of the mirror asking Ethel to show herself. I was half expecting her to appear in the mirror with me but it didn't happen.  
   
I then dug in my purse for my lipstick and left a welcoming note for her on the glass just for fun. I used the toilet and then washed my hands, gazing at the message on the mirror for a moment and smiled at how clever I felt for having thought to do it. I then left and climbed the stairs to our table.    
   
I recall telling my ex what I had done and how he looked quite amused. A short time later, I returned to the ladies room eager to see if my message was still there. I was half expecting to see an answer or something but all that was there were my words.  
   
There were two stalls and I slipped into the one closest to the entrance door. My eyes kept gazing at the floor beneath the raised up divider wall expecting to see something. I knew I had been alone in the room unless, of course, Ethel was present. There is no reasonable explanation for what happened next. All at once, there appeared a pair of women's legs in the next stall with very old-fashioned  looking shoes on her feet. I stood their gapping at them in disbelief and then suddenly they were gone.. I had never washed my hands so fast before as I did then. I peeked into the other stall for a second and seeing no one was there, I hurried out. That cold chill followed me all of the way up the stairs.