I was driving near White Rock Lake late one evening, when before me I saw a beautiful young lady, alone by the side of the road. Now, normally I don't stop, but she seemed to be in need of a friendly helping hand, so I slowed and offered her a ride. She climbed into the car with me, and we were off.
But before we could get to the address she had given me, she motioned to me, and indicated that we should stop the car along a secluded side road. Of course, I did - this was in my young and foolish days. And she...did things to me that I'll never forget for the rest of my days. I may not have known her name but I'll certainly never, ever forget what she could do in that back seat.
In any case, after a suitable period of time, I returned to the front seat of the car, in order to take her home, but she remained in the back seat. But then the eeriest thing happened. As we pulled up to the house she had directed me to, I turned to tell her that we were there. But there was no one in the back of my car - just a small puddle of water on the seat. Mystified, I went up to the door of the house and rang the bell.
Ah, yes, the gentleman who answered said. That was my daughter - she drowned out at White Rock Lake several years ago, on this very day, during a freak watersports accident. The same thing has happened to several other men on this date over the years since then.
So now, on that same day, you know where I'll be - picking up hitchhikers out by White Rock Lake. But only on that one day of the year.
A true story from a transplanted Dallasite, for all those who are still down there in God's country ;)
NAWWWWWWWW... I read that one in my kiddie storybooks, dude...
You sure that was just water?