[ WP ] You are driving down the road when you see a Woman in White ghost hitchhiking . And even though you know she is a ghost , you pick her up anyway ...

One night I left school quite late after studying with some friends. Instead of taking the usual road I decided to take the road less traveled - a longer and winding road which is more scenic although at night I probably would n't be able to see much. But what the heck, I wanted to relax a little before arriving home. 
 
 So I played some relaxing music as I drove down the deserted highway. I came to an area with lots of big trees on both sides of the road, and I suddenly saw a figure in a white robe with long dark hair in the distance. Oh fuck, not a ghost! I thought. What now? I figured if the ghost was determined to `` meet'' me, there was no avoiding it. I could turn back, but it would still manage to stand in front of me. So I decided to just drive forward. 
 
 As I approached the figure I could see it was a woman. Not too old, maybe in her 30's. Her face looked... well, ghostly - pale with dark eyes. She was standing on the right side of the road. So I stopped and open the passenger side window. `` Hey, what's up?'' I said trying to be as calm as possible. 
 
 She looked a little surprised that I was n't scared. `` Do you know what I am?'' she asked. 
 
 `` Of course, you're a fucking ghost!'' 
 
 `` And you're not afraid?'' 
 
 `` I ai n't afraid of no ghost!'' 
 
 `` What, are you with the Ghost Busters or something?'' 
 
 `` No, but I've seen quite a few of your kind throughout my life, so I know how to deal with you,'' I said calmly. `` So, what do you want?'' 
 
 `` I need a ride.'' 
 
 `` Well, hop... or float in! I know you do n't need to open the door,'' I looked at her smiling. 
 
 A second later she was seated right next to me. `` Hi, I'm Lynn, by the way,'' I said extending my hand but I quickly pulled it back. `` Never mind, I wo n't be able to feel your hand,'' I said giggling. 
 
 I'm pretty sure I saw the ghost stuck her tongue out at me before replying, `` I'm Maggie. You're really not afraid of me, are you?'' 
 
 `` No, cuz you're fucking dead. You ca n't hurt me!'' 
 
 `` Ok, ok... enough with the cussing already! Many kids your age think it's cool to cuss, but I think it makes you sound like ignorant brats!'' she said sounding a little annoyed. 
 
 `` Hahaha! Yeah, that's what some people on Reddit told me,'' I said as I started driving again. `` But I do n't give a fu.. I mean, I do n't care what others think.'' 
 
 `` Reddit, huh? Well, I was a Redditor too before I killed myself,'' said Maggie solemnly. 
 
 `` Wow, really? And is that what you did? Kill yourself?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, my husband left me for another woman, then I got laid-off, and both my parents died soon afterward. All within a year. It was too much, and I got sooo depressed. I hung out on social media sites including Reddit trying to find answers. I met a number of other depressed people with suicidal thoughts. Some of them often asked for ideas on how best to end their lives. Many would try to talk them out of it, but a few would sometimes jokingly or ignorantly give suggestions. One night when I was feeling so down and hopeless, I decided to...'' ( Edited out ). 
 
 `` Fuck! Oops, sorry... I mean, that's just horrible!'' 
 
 Maggie was silent. My thoughts went back to that time when I saw a question by a Redittor who was depressed and had thought of ending his life. But he wanted to know how to make his life worth living again. Another poster had already given him the suicide prevention number, so I proceeded with giving some advice on how to have a positive outlook on life. I'm a college student but I've studied personal development, so that was right up my alley. I hope it made a positive impact on him, and I wished I had met Maggie before she decided to take her own life. 
 
 `` So, where are we going?'' I asked her after a long silence. 
 
 `` The cemetery,'' she replied. 
 
 `` Figures!'' I said softly. `` So... do you feel better now that you're dead?'' 
 
 `` Well, not really. I have n't met God... or the Devil for that matter. There does n't seem to be a heaven with St. Peter standing at the pearly gates either. And hell? I have n't seen any place that closely resembles a lake of brimstone and fire. I'm in limbo. I feel this huge emptiness. I guess you could call that hell.'' There was sadness in her voice. 
 
 `` I've always believed that heaven or hell is how you experience your life while still living. If you're happy most of the time and enjoy your life to the fullest then you're in heaven. Hell is the exact opposite,'' I said to her. 
 
 `` Well, since I'm dead now, do you think I can still find heaven?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know, Maggie. I do n't know...'' I said feeling somber. 
 
 We arrived at the cemetery. `` Well, here we are, Maggie.'' 
 
 She looked me sadly and said, `` Thank you Lynn, for the ride although I did n't really need it. But thank you for not being afraid of me and running away like everyone else. Above all, thank you for spending some time talking with me.'' 
 
 Before I could say anything, I saw her floating among the tombstones and finally disappearing behind a huge banyan tree. 
 
 I had a restless night. I could n't get my mind off Maggie. She thought she would find peace by ending her life. 
 
 The next morning on the way to school I stopped by the flower shop and bought a bouquet of flowers. Then I drove to the cemetery. I walked towards the big banyan tree and looked at the tombstones behind it. Finally I found it. `` Margaret Xxxxx ( 1988 - 2016 ).'' God, she was only 28! 
 
 I knelt down and carefully placed the bouquet on her grave. `` Rest in peace, Maggie. Hope you find heaven... soon...'' I said softly. I stood up, wiped the tears off my cheeks, and walked towards my car.
