Lonely stretches of road all over the country are said to be haunted by the spirit of lost hitchhiker ladies, always trying to reach their final destination.
Like the opening of any gothic novel, it was a dark, stormy and foggy night on High Point Road (present day Main Street). A motorist carefully approached an underpass in Jamestown, North Carolina. The headlights illuminated a distant figure on the roadside. He thought perhaps it was a stranded driver, but he soon saw a woman wearing a long dress. Her dark hair blew around her expressionless face, and like an automaton she waved her arm to signal for him to stop. He pulled over to let her enter the vehicle despite a strange ripple that consumed his body that all was not right.
