It was a dark and stormy night, and the only sound that could be heard was the relentless drumming of raindrops on the roof of the car. The road ahead seemed to stretch on forever, its dark and twisting path offering no respite from the eerie silence.

As they drove, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the car, a young girl in a torn white dress. The driver slammed on the brakes, afraid he had hit her, but as he got out of the car, he realized she was unharmed.

The young girl pleaded with him for a ride, her voice barely audible above the sound of the rain. She was shivering with cold, and the driver offered her his jacket to keep her warm. He listened as she gave him directions to her home, a nearby house across a bridge.

But when they arrived, the young girl had disappeared. The driver searched the surrounding area, but she was nowhere to be found. He knocked on the door of the house, and a woman answered. When he explained what had happened, the woman told him a chilling tale.

The young girl he had given a ride to was her daughter, who had died in a car accident years before. Every year, on the anniversary of her death, she would hitchhike back home, still wearing the white dress she died in. She would always disappear before reaching her destination, leaving no trace behind.

The driver was spooked by the story and decided to visit the cemetery where the young girl was buried. There, he found his jacket draped over her tombstone, a chilling reminder of the ghostly encounter he had just experienced.

From that day on, travelers passing by the bridge on Arkansas Highway 365 would tell tales of the vanishing hitchhiker, a haunting reminder of the tragedy that had taken place many years before.