Written Confession: The Cellophane Man and the Green Ghost

The following written confession was submitted via email: I have been searching for a story involving a transparent 'thing" and I came across your podcast. I live in Wichita, KS and in 1988 all the older teenagers / young 20's would all party at a park on a golf course after dark. There was a row of parking stalls that faced a wooded area with some picnic tables and tall light poles, etc. One night my niece was parked in a stall with her friend who was sitting in the driver's seat. He kept looking out the windshield toward her side of the car and seemed to be preoccupied with what was in a tree…