A "seeing"

It's no more than 12-13 years since Per Ersson in Germesta died, and he wasn't old at all then either. I knew him very well, for we were often together. He was the most reliable and trustworthy person one could wish for, warmly religious without hypocrisy, and an absolutist. But there was something strange about him. He saw and heard so much that others usually don't see and hear. He told me many of his experiences, and they were so incredible that I absolutely wouldn't have believed them if it had been anyone other than Per Ersson in Germesta who told them. When he was a young boy, his father set him to guard a small cold mill they had. That mill ran day and night at certain times. During the day it was fine to be there, but not at night. Then there were hauntings constantly. In that village, there was a boatswain who had died some time ago, but now I don't remember his name. One night, P. E-n heard something scratching up the outside wall below a small opening that served as a window. There was an open fireplace in the mill, and the boy had built a good fire, so it was completely bright inside the mill. When he now looked at that opening, he saw the head of the dead boatswain in the opening, and everything was so clear and distinct that he could read what was written on the band the old man had on his cap. Sometimes there was a commotion and noise in the autumn darkness outside the mill, as if a group of youngsters were there, and then they slammed the sluice gate shut, so the mill stopped abruptly. When he ran out, he couldn't detect the slightest unusual thing, and when he looked in through the door, the mill was grinding around as usual. This happened several times. In the end, he didn't bother about it. When the mill stopped, he calmly sat on the mill bench and dangled and kicked his legs. Then a wildly strange girl came in, who was so beautiful that he had never in his life seen her like. She began to dance there on the floor, gesturing and performing for him. Then she took a leap towards him, stretched out her hand and crouched down as if she intended to pinch his foot. He quickly pulled his foot away, and then the girl slapped her knees with both hands and burst out laughing with all her might. When he was out driving along the roads, he often met large groups of people who weren't real, because the horse didn't see them but calmly went along the road, straight through the oncoming figures. Once, he had met a funeral procession that filled the road to its entire width and as far ahead as he could see a bend in the road, and all these people were headless. Another time, he was driving slowly down Gatebo-lia. Suddenly, both wheels came off the cart and the cart bed fell to the road so violently that P. E-n bit through his lip. But the wheels didn't fall over, instead, they rolled down the slope, left the road and continued through a young alder forest, so that P. E-n saw how the slender trees were bent aside by the wheels. Finally, he heard how they splashed as they rolled into the water down into the lake. P. E-n hurried after them to retrieve his wheels, but the remarkable thing was that there wasn't the slightest mark left by them, neither in the grass, on the tree trunks, nor down on the sandy beach, and he saw no wheels. After searching for a long time, he had to turn back up to the road. There was probably no other option, he thought, than to leave the cart bed and go home with the horse. But when he got back to the horse – the cart was standing there with both wheels intact, and there was nothing wrong to detect. When he collected himself, he then realized that he had been quite foolish, for at the place where he had seen the wheels roll from the road, there was a guardrail, so that no cart wheels in the world could have passed through.