a woman in a white dress standing in the middle of an empty road

TLate one night, a man driving alone down a desolate highway picked up a hitchhiker. She was a young woman in a white dress, with pale skin and an eerie calm about her. She got in, and without a word, pointed toward a small town just ahead.As they drove, the man tried to make conversation, but she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. It wasn’t until they reached the town that she finally spoke: “Stop here.”The man pulled over, but when he looked to the passenger seat, she was gone. The door was still closed, and no footprints marked the ground outside.Confused, he stepped out, looking around. Then, in the distance, he saw a sign: Cemetery, Established 1920.Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind him, “Thank you for the ride…”When he turned, there was no one there--just a cold gust of wind. But the grave marker nearby had a name: Sarah, 1923-1947.The man never drove down that highway again.