Driving down the lonely highway late at night, I spotted a woman standing by the roadside, drenched from the rain and shivering. Feeling sorry for her, I pulled over and offered a ride. She climbed in silently, her eyes fixed on the window as the car glided through the foggy road. But the closer we got to the next town, the colder the air became, and an unsettling silence filled the car.
When I finally turned to speak to her, she was gone vanished without a trace. The seat beside me was empty, but the wet imprint of her presence remained. I later learned the chilling legend of the vanishing hitchhiker a ghost who appears to travelers, only to disappear before reaching their destination. That night, I realized some stories are more than just myths… they’re warnings. Shutdown123