The Very Ghostly Hitchhiker

I'd never picked up a hitchhiker, but she looked harmless enough. Besides, it was pouring rain and she was out in the middle of nowhere.

I pulled the car over.

"Do you need a ride?" I said.

"Yes," she said.

She wasn't shivering or anything even though she was drenched with freezing rain.

"It's a pretty bad night to be out here in the middle of nowhere," I said.

"Yes," she said, "It was just like this on the night I died."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, I died on a night just like this night. It was raining a bunch."

"You said you died?"

"Yes. I was alive and then I wasn't, because I was dead."

"Really?"

But before she could answer, she disappeared. The only thing left was her coat and handbag. I got her address off her driver's license and went to her house, and an old lady answered the door and explains that her daughter died on a rainy, rainy night and this is just like, a thing she does. She took the handbag and coat and closed the door. I felt really bad.

The next night I was driving on the same road, and I saw the same ghost hitchhiker woman, and I picked her up again, and she disappeared again leaving all her stuff. I thought about going back to her mom's house again, but since she does this all the time I'd probably be bothering her.

It was really late by this point, and I was tired, and the ghost lady had like thirty bucks in her purse, so I stopped to get some coffee. But the coffee was too hot and I spilled it on myself while driving and crashed my car and died.

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Credited to magichocolateunicorn 
Originally uploaded on July 13, 2015

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