Scary story!
One dark night (also, it was a stormy night), I was driving my car through the countryside, when I saw a girl on the side of the road. She couldn’t have been more than 25. I picked her up; she told me she lived just up the road, and I agreed to drive her there. When we arrived at the house, I reached ino the back seat to grab an umbrella, but when I turned back, the girl was gone. I figured she had just gone into the house when my back was turned, but I decided to make sure. I walked up the house, rang the bell, and a sweet, older woman came to the door. “Can I help you?” she said to me. And I explained how I had picked up a girl who claimed to live at the house, and that I just wanted to make sure that she was ok. She invited me in, and I sat in the living room as the woman went to make coffee. I noticed a small piano among the quaint country decor of the room, and my eyes were drawn to picture on top of the piano; a photograph of a lovely young girl, the same girl I had driven there. That was when the old woman returned, and placed a cup of coffee and a saucer on a small table in front of me. I said, “The girl in that photo is the girl I picked up.” She responded: “Jenny? That can’t be. You see, she died 50 years ago in a flash flood during a rain storm.” I was like “WHAT!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS???” That’s when Jenny walked in, drying her hair with a towel. “Sorry man. Don’t mind my grandma. She has the form of alzheimer’s where all you think is that everyone you ever knew died in a flood 50 years ago.” “Oh. Ok,” I said. Then Jenny told me, “And don’t drink that coffee, because it’s probably just dirt in hot water.” And sure enough, it was! Jenny showed me out after thanking me for the ride, and her grandma explained to me how Barack Obama died in a flash flood 50 years ago. I said goodnight and walked out to my car. When I opened the door to get in, a raccoon jumped out! I guess I must have left a window open or something, but let me tell you, it was scary!
