It was a cold, rainy evening in early December, about 8:30. Michael was driving home from work in his car. He was about half an hour from his home and was taking a shortcut through Bluebell Hill.
Hungry, and wanting to get home, Michael was a little above the speed limit. Driving down the long road towards the Lower Bell pub, he saw a young girl standing by the side of the road about 10 metres from the pub. The girl appeared to look about 20 years old and very cold outside in the rain. as she seen the car approaching she held out her hand with her thumb pointed upwards. Michael took pity on her and slowed down to let her in. What’s half an hour more? He thought to himself.
As the girl climbed into the back seat Michael asked what her name was. When she didn’t reply he swiftly changed the subject asking where she wanted to be taken to. Cheering up the girl said ‘’ Take me to 18 Tree Lane please ‘’ luckily Michael knew where this was and it was only half an hour away. As they drove on, Michael wondered why she was sat in the back seat; the girl had been sat quietly now for a few minutes and as Michael adjusted the mirror to ask why she was in the back seat he slammed his foot down on the break. Looking into the back seat once more he saw that the girl was gone.
Wondering what had happened he continued to drive to the address that the girl gave him. He soon arrived at the small street of houses that was Tree Lane. Michael pulled up outside number 18 and knocked on the door. A young man opened it and Michael asked if he knew the girl of his description. The man turned paler as Michael spoke and when he was finished the man introduced himself as Tim and told Michael about how the girl had died in a car accident 30 years before.
The man who had lived at number 18 was Tim’s dad and the man who had run her over. Tim’s dad was driving past Lower Bells pub when the girl stepped out in front of him. He couldn’t stop quick enough to miss her. Tim’s dad had long since died and now Tim and his sister were living in the house. He said that on the 3rd day of every month someone came to his door asking about the hitchhiker and how they had encountered her. The story had now become known all around Bluebell Hill and only people living elsewhere would encounter the hitchhiker.
Feeling a little relief the ghost was in no rush to haunt him he started to head home. Michael would never forget the day when he encountered the phantom hitchhiker of Bluebell Hill.