The Vanishing Hitchhiker

We were at Hawaii and driving to head to a local spot that my dad and his family used to visit when they were young. We had found it and had our fun, then headed back to the car once the sun started to set.

Nothing unusual happened until we began heading back to house.

Along the side of the road was a women. She had long brown hair, blue eyes, white shirt with a brown pair of shorts and barefoot. When she noticed us, she did the signature ‘I need a ride’ sign and we decided to pull over. “Where you headed?” My Mom asked, the women said “To a local beach area. Wanna collect some seashells for a present I’m gonna make.” My Mom nodded and motioned for me to open the door, which I did and the lady climbed in.

She told us the directions to the Beach and it just so happened to be the one we just came from. We turned around and made our way back to the beach. Me being the shy person I am avoided looking at the lady and just stared out the car window.

Somewhere along the way we hit something on the ground and it gave the car a good shake, but nothing too bad. When I looked to the lady to ask if she was ok, she wasn’t there. I tell my mom and she pulls over, then she heads out of the car to look around, walking back to the car saying “There’s no way she just up and left we would’ve noticed.” We drove to the local police station to see if anyone has seen her.

They had nothing, so we just prayed she was alright and headed home. When we got to the door of our house, there were two seashell necklaces lying there. We picked them up and examined’m. The shells were still wet as if they were just taken out of the water.

My mom told that next time I go to my dad’s house, to take the necklaces to my grandparents since they know more about Hawaii than me. When I finally got to go visit them I explained the story to them and showed them the necklaces, they’re eyes widened and my grandpa told me of his own experience with the Vanishing Hitchhiker.

He explained that in Hawaii one of the gods named Pele travels the roads in disguise and rewards kind travelers for helping her. But he didn’t quite explain what happens if somebody refuses to help Pele, so I sometimes think of what might’ve happened if we didn’t help her and if I would still be here or not.

Killer Hitchhiker

This story is about a creepy encounter with a hitch hiker I had on my way to my grandmas house.

I had just passed my drivers test and finally got my drivers license. My mum suggested I should go to my grandmas house as she wanted to congratulate me and also because I hadn’t seen her in years.

I finished work at around 6pm and  the sun had already set. I quickly packed my bags and got in the car. My grandmas house was on the coast and it would take about 3 hours getting there. About 2 hours into the journey I noticed a silhouette waving at the side of the road. I saw some dried up blood on the road and immediately stopped to check if the bystander was injured.

I slowly rolled down my window and called ”hey do you need any help” the thing came closer, close enough so I could see it’s face. It was dry and it had huge eye bags with devilish eyes that looked right through my sole. It looked like a old man who hadn’t washed in weeks. The man replied with a deep and crackling voice ”yes”. The man walked around the car to get in. Then something caught my eye, just behind where the man was standing lay a dead body. My heart stopped and I couldn’t move a muscle. I looked over to my left and I saw the man looking through the window with a creepy smile. The man walked to the back of my car. I quickly locked the car doors. I was too horrified to move or say anything. I started the car and quickly drove off, without daring to look back. I knew that the nearest gas station was about a hour away so I decided to quickly go to my grandmas house.

My grandma messaged me asking me where I was and why I was taking so long. I told her about the creepy man that I encountered. She seemed surprised I told her to call 911. She said she was doing it, she then started to explain about a man she had let in the house, that was injured. I immediately warned her that was the man.

It had been 5 minutes without a reply. Then suddenly I got a reply she said she was hiding in the closet and told me to come to the house and help her. I told my grandma to stay in the closet until the police arrived. She told me when I get to her house to quickly go to the laundry room and grab a gun in the cupboard.

I arrived at the house it was dark and eerie. I stayed sharp knowing full well that the psycho could be anywhere. I stepped out the car and made my way to the entrance. Just then I received another text from my grandma, this time it was a picture. A chill went up my spine, I opened the picture and it was a picture of my back. The killer was sitting in my car. I forgot to take the keys out as I was in such a rush. I turned around and saw a creepy smile on the maniacs face. He sped off into the distance stealing my car and leaving my grandma dead.