A woman turned carefully onto the road near White Rock Lake. She was heading home, exhausted after a long hard day managing a dress shop. Inventory had taken longer then she had anticipated and now she was driving at a late hour, through dark streets.. Nervously she kept focused on the road in front of her and was surprised to see the figure of a young woman outlined by the car’s headlights. She slowed down, not really wanting to stop, but feeling a responsibility to help, and pulled along side the lone pedestrian. “Do you need help” The store manage could see the mysterious figure clearly now having turned on the dome light in the car. Hardly more than a girl the young woman approached the window, “I need to get home.”

Shocked the older woman noticed two things: the girl was wearing a white gown from her store, only this dress was from  several decades in the past, and that both the dress and the girl were soaking wet. “Oh you poor thing, have you had an accident?” The young woman nodded her solemn eyes never leaving the driver’s face. “Get in, get in, and hurry!” Hustling the girl in the car she turned on the car’s heater for both their sakes. Cold seemed to be emanating from her passenger in waves. "Did your car go into the lake?” The young woman nodded. “I want to go home.” She pointed in the direction of the nearby lakeside homes. “I’m sure you do, but we should get you to a hospital first.” Then the manager realized something she should have considered earlier. “Were you alone? Is anyone still out there?” She kept her eyes on the road, and sped up taking the winding roads much faster than she usually would at this time of night. “Did you hear me dear? Were you alone?” She turned to check on the condition of the girl and found that it was she who was alone. There was no sign of her former passenger.

Most Americans can recite the rest of the story from here with hardly a pause. The store manager after recovering herself drove to the Dallas Police and was told that several others had seen the young woman. The girl had been a well to do resident of the lake area and had drowned when her date had accidentally driven his car into the waters of White Rock Lake several decades earlier.

A story much like this is told in several cities, all across America, there are differing versions of a lady apparently trying in vain to reach home. Whether it is an Urban Legend or a type of genuine supernatural event is hard to say. The same conditions seem to be present each time. A beautiful young woman’s life is snuffed out in a senseless accident.

Her life wretched from her in minutes, her hopes, her dreams, all doomed to never materialize. Is it possible that these are the conditions that are met each time? That the will and determination is not as destructible as flesh and bone? That the last thoughts of these women could still resonate at certain times on the roads where they met their deaths:

"Somebody will stop.”

“I just need to find help.”

“If I could just get a ride home, I’d be ok.”

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