Seriously Scary Stories

Some spooky tales I've collected over the years.
Some of them won't be very scary, just 'what?' but please no saying this is rubbish, they're not my stories, just ones I've collected and some of them aren't meant to be very scary! This will be updated every Thursday.

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1. The Vanishing Hitchhiker

I was driving home late one night through the forest. The wind was howling and the rain was bucketing it down. I jingled my house keys in my coat pocket. My daughter had bought me a super dad keyring when she was little and I was still using it then. I was driving along through the forest when I saw a small girl standing in the road in front of me. She looked about 7 or 8 and was standing there in just her nightgown, barefoot, so I pulled over and got out of the car. "Are you ok? Do you want me to take you somewhere?" I asked her. "I need to go home." She said simply. "Ok, well when we pass your house will you tell me?" She only nodded. The child was shivering so I wrapped my coat around her shoulders to keep her warm. "There, that's were I live." She said, pointing to a big old house on top of a steep hill. "Ok, well bye." I said and drove off. A few miles along the rode, I thought I should go and make sure the girl got there all right, plus she had my coat, very expensive and with my house keys in the back pocket. So I turned round and drove back to the house. I parked the car at the bottom of my hill and began to climb it. When I reached the house, I rapped the big old knocker on the green chipped door. A middle aged man answered. "Yes." He said, looking at me with his sad, empty eyes. "Hello, I just dropped a girl off at this house, your daughter I presume and I thought I'd come and check..." I stopped, the man was crying. "Oh, are you alright?" I asked stepping in to the gloomy house. "Yes, it's just. 20 years ago, my eight year old daughter got lost in the woods and she hitchhiked a ride home, but before she could get to the door, something happened and she, she, died. The next morning, I rang the police, because she was missing and they found her body on the hill. She was wrapped in this coat. Of course, we buried my daughter, but we still have the coat downstairs if you want to see it." So, gingerly I walked down the rickety stairs toward the basement. There, sitting on a chair was indeed, a coat. It looked a lot like my coat, which was made by a very well-known and popular brand, still all the same, I put my hand in the back pocket (just to be certain), and to my shock, drew out a set of keys with a super dad keyring on them.
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