The Vanishing Hitchhiker

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Driving down a dark and lonesome road,
A weary traveler, with a heavy load,
Spots a figure standing by the side,
A hitchhiker waiting for a ride.
With a heart of compassion and a sense of grace,
The traveler slows down and stops in place,
Extending a hand with a friendly smile,
Offering a ride for a little while.
The hitchhiker climbs in with a grateful nod,
Sharing a tale of a broken road,
Speaking of lost love and shattered dreams,
The traveler listens, or so it seems.
As they journey on into the night,
The traveler feels a growing fright,
For the hitchhiker's story starts to shift,
Taking on an eerie and ghostly drift.
They reach a destination, a cemetery site,
The hitchhiker points and bids goodnight,
Vanishing into thin air without a trace,
Leaving the traveler in a bewildered haze.
The traveler looks around in fear,
But the hitchhiker is nowhere near,
Just a cold breeze and a haunting chill,
A mystery that remains unfulfilled.
As the traveler drives away in haste,
Wondering if it was a ghost they faced,
A legend of a vanishing hitchhiker told,
A tale that leaves the heart feeling cold.
For it's said that on that desolate road,
A hitchhiker roams, her story untold,
Seeking rides from those who pass her by,
Only to vanish when the end is nigh.