The Girl in White Who Never Reached Home

I was driving home late in my country when a young woman in a tattered white dress waved me down. She spoke softly, saying she needed to get home. A few miles later, she pointed ahead – a cemetery gate. When I turned to ask if this was her stop, she’d vanished from the back seat. No trace except wet footprints on the floor.

I still think about that incident till today. I still drive the same route, but never seen her.