Sometime in the early 1980's ( I don't remember the year anymore ) I was driving home from Ripon Wisconson and took a side road that was kind of a party road/lovers lane because of how the trees on each side of the road grew toward the cener of the road and formed a kind or tunnel to take a kind of short-cut home.  Toward the end of the road was a small curve and on that curve was a farm. On the farm lived an old woman and her brother who was kind of slow mentally. At midnight on some nights the woman would put on a hooded cape, carry a lantern and walk out to the barn. Sometimes when couples would park on the road to do whatever the brother would sneak up on the car and scare the couple inside by rocking the car or making scratching noises on the car and then hide.  To be honest, I myself never experianced these things but was told about them by friends. What happened the night I took the short-cut? Driving around the curve my headlights refelected off the farmhouse windows. I told some friends about it and they told me the farmhouse had been torn down about two years before, so there couldn't have been any reflections. I was positive of what I saw and a couple days later went to see for myself during daylight to see if the house was actually gone or if my friends were pulling my leg.  Sure enough when I drove by the place there was no farmhouse standing on the property and the barn was also gone. So what did my carlights reflect off of if there was no building there? That I don't have an answer for. Was it a ghost house, my imagination, or some other explaination.