[ 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 ...

I do n't know why I really stopped to pick her up in the first place. Maybe it was that it was too dark to be walking around this late at night, and I did n't like the idea of leaving someone out on the highway alone. I've always been like that, according to my parents. Never could leave someone be if they were in trouble. 
 
 At first glance, I saw the deathly pale skin on her face, and the empty stare she gave me as I drove by. But what really caught my eye, was her thumbs-up. Ghosts do n't need to hitchhike. So maybe, she was just sick. No one could really be a ghost, or at least that's what I thought before she got in the car. 
 
 When I pulled over for her, I noticed her dress - it was n't hiding any feet. Mainly because she did n't have any, and she was floating off the ground. Generous or not, I did n't like getting involved in the supernatural. That's my limit. I was about to pull away, but she placed a small palm on the passenger window of my Ford and spoke. 
 
 `` Please. Take me with you. I have nowhere else to go.'' Her voice echoed through my head, and I got a slight headache. `` I wo n't harm you. I'm a ghost.'' 
 
 `` So why ca n't you just... float to wherever you want to go?'' I frowned. The night was getting colder, and the brisk air whistled in my ears. She probably noticed me trembling a little, but it was n't the cold that was bothering me. 
 
 She only pointed at the sky and asked me again if she could come. `` I ca n't leave on my own. I have to get to where he is.'' 
 
 `` Get in then. I got no business leaving anybody out here,'' I clapped the side of my car. `` Besides, you look like you got a story to tell. I love hearing stories from strangers.'' 
 
 `` Thank you...'' She murmured, and floated through my door to lay on the backseat. Figures. Ghost hijinks. `` So what is your name?'' 
 
 `` Adam. What's yours?'' 
 
 `` Lizzy.'' She looked around as the car started to speed down the highway again. `` Lizzy. I have n't had to say that name in so long. I almost forgot it.'' She smiled at the window, and in that moment, you could see a glimmer of life in her eyes, and it reminded me of when I used to drive my sister to work. 
 
 `` I'm kind of hungry, Adam.'' An echo of a stomach growling came from the back. `` Do you happen to know where the nearest Cinnabon is?'' 
 
 I laughed. `` Ghosts do n't get hungry! Stop pulling my leg, girl!'' 
 
 `` Clearly you have n't met the right ghost yet. I had a huge sweet tooth when I was alive, and it never faded. It's hard to find people who will willingly give you food when they realize you're kind of dead.'' 
 
 `` It's like they can see right through you or something.'' 
 
 She laughed this time, but the echo did n't give me a headache. `` So Cinnabon?'' 
 
 I nodded. `` Cinnabon.'' 
 

