A newlywed couple, Nathan and Heather, were driving up the northern California coast to spend their dream honeymoon in a quaint bed-and-breakfast with a seaside view. They had hoped to arrive before dark, but a heavy fog had descended on Highway 1 and their progress was slow. They were at least an hour-an-a-half from their destination as night fell.
If you've ever driven that stretch of highway you know how tortuous it can be, with its narrow lanes and switchback curves. It was just as they were rounding one of those curves that they passed a solitary hitchhiker, a young woman in a wispy white dress standing on the shoulder with thumb outstretched.
"Good luck getting a ride on a night like this," muttered Nathan under his breath.
"Stop the car and turn around," said Heather. "Please, she's all alone. We have to give her a ride."
"We're two hours late."
Nathan pulled off the road and turned around. As they approached the girl from the opposite direction they could see her dress was in tatters. Her face was pale and gaunt.
"Can we give you a ride?" Heather asked as they pulled up beside her.
"Oh, thank you," said the young woman, who appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. "I have to get home. My parents will be worried sick." "Where do you live?" asked Nathan.
"Just down the road, about 10 miles," she said, climbing into the back seat. "There's an intersection with an abandoned gas station. Across from there. It's a white house with a rose garden. They're waiting for me."
As they made their way north again Heather attempted to make conversation, but the girl fell silent and slumped in the back seat, apparently asleep.
After about 15 minutes Nathan spotted a dilapidated service station.
"Is this it?" he asked. "Hey, is this the intersection?"
Heather turned to wake the young woman and caught her breath. "Nathan, she's gone."
'"What do you mean, 'she's gone'?" Nathan said, pulling into the driveway of the white house. "How can she be gone?"
She was right. The hitchhiker had vanished.
A light came on and two people, an elderly couple, stepped out onto the porch.
"Can we help you?" the man asked. He looked as though he dreaded hearing the answer.
"I don't know," Nathan began. "We were driving, and we picked up this hitchhiker, a girl."
"And she gave you this address," said the man, "and asked you to bring her home."
'Yes," said Heather.
"And then she was gone?" Heather nodded. "You aren't crazy," the man said. "And you're not the first. She was our daughter. Her name was Diane. She passed away seven years ago, killed by a hit-and-run driver on the highway. They never caught whoever did it. I guess her spirit won't rest until they do."
Nathan and Heather were speechless.
"Won't you come inside for coffee or tea?" said the woman. "You've had a shock. Some in and sit down."
"No. Thank you, but no. We're late," said Heather. "We have to get going."
After exchanging uncomfortable goodbyes, the newlyweds departed, as they had arrived, in stunned silence.
Ghost of young woman asks for ride in automobile, disappears from closed car without the driver's knowledge, after giving him address to which she wishes to be taken. The driver asks person at the address about the rider, finds she has been dead for some time. (Often the driver finds that the ghost has made similar attempts to return, usually on anniversary of death in automobile accident. Often, too, the ghost leave some item such as a scarf or a traveling bag in the car.