Lonely stretches of road all over the country are said to be haunted by the spirit of lost hitchhiker ladies, always trying to reach their final destination.
A man drives along old High Point Road (now Main Street) near an underpass in Jamestown, North Carolina one night.
It’s foggy, a little rainy. His headlights illuminate a shadowy figure in the distance. He can barely make it out. As he gets closer, he fixes his stare, sure his eyes are betraying him. It’s a ghostly woman with long hair cascading down her white dress.
She lifts her arm, motioning for him to stop.
Sometimes, the story stops here.
But in longer versions of the tale, the man stops the car. She is a damsel in distress after all. He lets her in the car and offers to take her home. She is solemn; shrouded in a mist.
The woman gives him the address to her house in High Point, and they drive off. Nervous, the man tries to make small talk; she answers in a whisper, adding to the mystery.
For most of the ride, they are quiet.
Finally, the man pulls up to the house and prepares to let her out.
But when he turns toward her, she is gone. Vanished.
Baffled, the man walks up the house anyway, knocks and relays his story to the sad, decrepit woman who has answered the door.
She pauses, grabs a photo from a nearby table and tells the man: “This is my daughter, Lydia. She died in a car wreck over by the underpass a few years ago.”
Local ghost hunters believe they have cracked the mystery of the true identity of Lydia.
They say Lydia is actually Annie L. Jackson.
On June 20, 1920, Annie and three other people — J.C. Hutchinson, Charlie Cross and Nettie Lethco — were driving along what is now Main Street in Jamestown. Hutchinson was behind the wheel. It was about 10 p.m.
There were a few sharp curves on the route, and Hutchinson apparently took one of them too fast and lost control of the car. It flipped, throwing Annie L. Jackson from the car. Cross and Lethco were injured, taken to a hospital in High Point, and recovered. Hutchinson fled from the scene.
Jackson’s head smashed against the pavement. She died at the scene.
A few years later, stories began circulating about a woman in distress seen along Main Street.
There is no clear reason why Annie’s ghost took on the name Lydia. Possibly, it’s a misinterpretation of Annie’s middle name, which the ghost hunters, think may have been Loudia.
Not a lot is known about her.
She was 35 years old, worked at Vick’s Chemicals and lived in Greensboro. She had no children.
Jackson is buried behind the locked chain link fence at Holts Chapel Cemetery in Greensboro, next to a discount store and laundromat.
Indeed the circumstances of Jackson's death has all the ingredients to produce a restless spirit, stuck in a time loop, always trying to finish the ride and arrive in the place known to be safe.
Source - News&Record
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