There were two things Michael did not expect from the ghost hunting enterprise.  One was that the ghost would be found outside, and the other was the ghost appeared by day.  But the guide was insistent, and they stalked through the tall grass of the field behind the old house as the dawn was giving way to much brighter morning sun.  They spotted her together; she was clearly the apparition.  The woman seemed as solid as any middle-aged matron should be.  Her Victorian styled dress was real enough.  He pace through the grass was steady and lifelike and disturbed the surrounding grasses as she passed.  All this could have pointed toward a reenactor of past times who was lost in the field.  If was the antlers that gave her away.  At the top of each side of her head her hair was braided up in support of a large multi-point antler sprouting above her head, as if part of her. This was not an ordinary woman out for a stroll.