A man drove through the desolate night, the hum of his car engine the only sound breaking the silence. As he rounded a bend, his headlights caught the figure of a woman standing by the roadside. Her silhouette was framed by the pale glow of the moon, her dress fluttering in the wind like a ghostly apparition. He felt a strange pull to stop, as if something beyond his control urged him to offer her a ride.
The man glanced at her in the rearview mirror, trying to break the silence. "Where are you headed?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and unease. She handed him a slip of paper with an address scrawled on it, her gaze never leaving the window. Her silence was unsettling, yet he felt compelled to help her.
As they arrived at the destination, the man turned to speak to her, but found the seat empty. Panic surged through him as he looked around, hoping to find her nearby. "Where did she go?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing with possibilities that seemed impossible.
He approached the house, his knuckles tapping lightly on the wooden door. The woman who answered looked at him with wide eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke. "That's my daughter's address," she whispered, her words laden with grief. "She died in an accident… 10 years ago."
The man stood there, heart pounding, as the reality of her words sank in. He glanced back at the road, half-expecting to see the woman standing there once more. Stories of restless spirits and lingering souls filled his mind, each one more chilling than the last.
As he drove away, he couldn't shake the feeling of her presence, as if she was still there, silently watching. He wondered if it was all a legend, or if the woman was truly a spirit searching for her way home. With the mystery lingering in his thoughts, he drove into the night, the questions echoing in his mind. "What do you think? Paranormal… or just a legend?"
