Urban Legends and More

The Vanishing Hitchhiker

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 and a half from their destination as night fell.
If you've ever driven that stretch of highway you know how torturous 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."
"But we're two hours late."
"Please."
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 smiled at her as they pulled up beside her.
"Oh, thank you!" The young woman 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 her breath caught. "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 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 and asked you to bring her home," the man finished.
'Yes," said Heather. "How did you-"
"And then she was gone?"
Heather nodded.
"You aren't crazy. 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. But I guess her spirit won't rest until they do."