I have always heard i am a good story teller, someone suggested i tell some on here so i figured why not? so here goes. Late on a rainy, dreary Saturday evening in November. Jim Hamelton found himself driving down a deserted Chicago road.He was returning from a bussiness trip, that took much longer then he expected and he had to get home soon. He found it was an effort just to keep his eyes open. Soon he found his headlights falling on somthing white and fluttery around the curve of the road. It was a young girl, of about fourteen or fifteen. He didn't usually pick up hitch hikers but he decided onetime coulden't hurt, for he was a big 'ol boy and she was just alittle young girl. Besides, as tired as he was, who could pass up such a pathetic, sad looking creature. He stopped the car a few feet from her and rolled down the window. Her hair was drentched and hang down in her eyes, her soaked white dress was totally inadequate for this weather and she was shaking visably. "This is a bad place to hitch a ride" he told her as she leaned in. "I know" she replied. He asked where she was going she told him an adress on the east side of chicago and after he told her she was lucky because he was going to go right by there she climbed in the backseat, rolled up, and went to sleep. When he pulled up he smiled and turned around to tell her they were here and there was nobody there. They were driving non stop for thirty miles at fourty miles per hour, and he heard no door open up, she just disapeared. He thought about leaving and forgetting about it but he got out, walked to the front door, rang the bell, and waited. When the person came to the door he said "Im here about a the girl that lives here" the man quickly replied "No girl lives here" and went to close the door. He stuck his hand i the door before it was halfway closed and pointed to a picture on the wall. "That girl there, thats who im talking about." After the woman screamed, the man acted like he was going to hit Jim and they calmed down he mentioned "I dont know what you are doing mister but that was our daughter who was killed a year ago just north of here, if you must know." You may have heard this story or somthign like it, Its called the Phantom Hitchhicker and is without a doubt the most famous and widely told ghost story in America. All we know is that alot of people belive in hitchhiking ghost and always will." On a dreary Monday night, Kenny was on his way home, from a trip to Chicago, driving down a deserted two-lane highway road. The car was running low and he didnt want to sleep in the car all night, because it was very dark and odd around the in the woods. He thought he was doomed when he saw this cute little diner, shaped like a rail car, just down the road, he pulled in and went inside. The plase looked Pristine, most of it. The bar was cracked and coffee stained. The bar stools fixed with duck tape, and the pies looked dired out and dead. The man behind the bar grunted and throughout the night stuff was normal. When he left he had filled his car up with the mans emergency gas and drove off. It wasn't too long till he got to town. When he got to town he relized his wallet was missing. The next day he drove back to the diner, after being lost a while and looked at the place, the windows and doors were boarded up and dust coverd, he looked inside, and right ontop of the thick dust coverd bar he saw his wallet. He went to the town sheriff and told him the story. He said " that place is older then the town, the couple who worked there were obsessed with it, but their son didn't care much. One day he went crazy and killed them both, and drove off. He never was caught." he sighed and started again. "Most people won't even go around there during the day, your the bravest soul iv'e met. I hope you didnt leave anything too important in that wallet because im sure not going in there, and i dont think you want to either."
