by MrZombieLoco
In Puerto Rico, we have a family ghost tale about a guy who drives down a dark road on his way to a dance, when suddenly he notices somebody walking at the side of the road. It was a beautiful young lady, so he stopped and asked her, "Where are you going?" "Don't you know that is dangerous for you to be walking along this road at this time of night?"
The mysterious woman told him that she was going to the dance at a bar not too far away. He asked her, "You want me to take you?" She accepted and went to the dance with him.
They spent a few hours together at the bar and got to know each other a little bit. So, he decided to go to the bartender to ask for couple of drinks. By the time he came back, he noticed that she had disappeared. He kept looking for her all over the place, but without any luck. Then he saw her jacket on the chair where they were seated; and on his way out, he remembered that she told him where she lives.
So, he went to her home to try to talk to her. He got to her house and knocked on her door; it happened that an old man opened the door. The guy asked him, "Excuse me. Is a young lady named Maria at home? She was with me at a dance, and suddenly, she disappeared. I thought I could bring her jacket, because she left it behind at the place we were dancing."
The old man looked at him and said, "Wait a second." The old man went inside and came back with a picture and showed it to the guy asking him, 'Is this the girl you are talking me about?" The guy said, "Why, yes." And the old man replied, "Well son, I'm sorry to tell you, but this girl was my daughter."
The guy, amazed, asked him, "Was?" "What do you mean she was?" The old man told him, "She died eight years ago when she was going to a party -- she was killed by a drunk driver."
Well, that's the story just like I heard it from my father; he heard it when he was young.