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Lonely Road

Lonely Road

A friend came over to my house one day, and we ended up chatting until pretty late, at about 2 am, he decided he should be getting a move on.

He left to ride home on his motorcycle, about 45 minutes later he called me. He was seriously freaked out. It seems that he took a route home that is supposed to be haunted, but as he did not believe in ghosts, he was not worried.

What happened was that halfway down this lonely deserted road he felt a pillion rider grab a hold of him around the waist and hold on tightly, he looked down and he could see the pressure of the persons arms pulling his jacket tightly against his body, he could feel what felt like a female body pressed against him. He was terrified but did not dare to stop, so he picked up speed, after reaching the end of the ( haunted road ) he felt a sudden jerk, as if some one was pulled of his motorcycle. Since that day he has not used that stretch of road.

After a little bit of research we found out that a young girl had hanged herself, after her boyfriend found out she was pregnant, It seems that she had walked for a few hours aimlessly then decided to end it all by hanging herself with a scarf. The legend says that she is waiting for her boyfriend to change his mind and come look for her. 
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