The hitchkiker

Supernatural Stories | Aug 28, 2012 | 4 min read
1 Votes, average: 5 out of 5
Mr. Smith drove home in his white Toyota. He drove fast, escaping the hectic and maddening workplace. His car sped down the highway, his speedometer reaching 80 miles an hour. His speed did not bother him, though, it was 11:00 and he was the only driver on the road. The winter snow lazily drifted down onto the highway, covering it in a thick, white blanket. He sped forward, towards the bright lights of the city. He slowed down once he had passed the "Welcome to Chicago" sign that was just inside the city limits. He pulled of the highway onto exit 53A, and onto Cermak Ave. The snow was light and fluffy, drifting down onto Chicago. The street lamps dull, muted yellow light shining in the snowfall and crunching under the tires. "Almost home" thought Mr. Smith. He could almost feel the warm duvet covering his body. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a figure running out of the old Oh Henry Ballroom, clothed in only a flimsy white dress and dancing shoes. She was shaking with the cold and Mr. Smith felt sorry for her. He drove close and rolled down the window, letting in a flurry of snowflakes. "Want a ride?" he yelled into the snowfall. The girl accepted and got in the back seat. She was a pretty girl of about 16, with blond hair and startling blue eyes. She directed Mr.smith down Archer Ave. He drove for a while, almost forgetting that she was in the back seat because she was so quiet.
Suddenly, she yelled "Here, here!" Mr. Smith squinted into the flurry and glimpsed the snow-blanketed tombstones and wrought iron fence of a cemetery. The sign above the entrance reveling it to be Resurrection Cemetery in large, white letters. "You want to go there?" he asked "Couldn't I drive you home or somt-"
"No" she replied, cutting off the end of his sentence. Her tone scared him; chilling him, her blue eyes were now icy and cold.
"Wait!" he yelled "Whats your name?" he asked.
"Mary" she replied
"Mary" he said "Why don't I call your paren-" He stopped in mid sentence, there was nothing in the back seat except some melting snowflakes. Mr. Smith cried out in alarm and looked franticly into the driving snow for anything, a glimpse of blond hair, a flash of white dress, anything but found nothing, the girl had vanished. Mr. Smith shakily drove home and mechanically undressed and went to bed.
The next morning, after a sleepless night, Mr. Smith decided that the night's adventure was nothing more than a nightmare. Weeks later, Mr. Smith glimpsed a story in the newspaper. It had caught his eye, between the article about a car crash and the one about how the snowstorms effect on the community. The article read
"Ghost sighting leaves scorched handprints"
At 10:30pm, Mr. Jack Reynolds saw a young
girl with blond hair and startling blue eyes
and a white dress clutching the bars of the
gates as if she was locked in and wanted
to get out. Mr. Reynolds drove to the nearest
police station and told the officers that
someone had locked themselves in the
cemetery. When the officer arrived,
he found an empty, dark graveyard.
But, after closer inspection he found
That two of the bars of the gate
were bent at strange angles
the places the bars were bent
were scorched handprints,
the bars covered in melted
droplets of metal. To do
such to the bars would of taken
the power of a pickup truck and
over 400 degrees farenhight
heat in the specific area, states
the officer. The cemetery is now
working to remove the bars but
the cemetery will stay open.
Mr. Smith dropped the paper; his face was completely drained of color, standing stock-still. He did not bother to pick up the paper, he just mechanically trudged to the bathroom and swallowed five sleeping pills and skipped work. Mr. Smith decided to never say anything to anyone about the incident.
But on his deathbed the told the strange story of the ghostly hitchhiker to his close family. To this day, sightings of Mary's ghost still occur, and many confess to seeing the ghostly apparition.

This story was based on the true story of Resurrection Mary

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Elle Riva Dec 1, 2020

Such a wonderful, creative story.

Deasha Oct 23, 2012

really good. :)

Kunal Aug 29, 2012

Its really scary.. I can'teven imagine the Situation of Mr. Smith. Thanks for sharing. Good work.

Diana Aug 29, 2012

Gr8t. I can'teven imagine of something like this and I am really amazed to know that it is based on true story.

Priyanka Aug 28, 2012

Great one.. very well done alex wolf

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