9th March 2013 Saturday
I have changed the place and town to suit my local tale. But this story in itself does have many variations world-wide. So please just enjoy the tale for its content, and if you have a story similar them please let me and all our followers know. In 1981 an American academic, Jan Harrold Brunvand, wrote a book called ‘The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends and their Meanings.’
On a damp, dark miserable evening, the hospital standing hauntingly in the background. On this dark evening. the street lights burning dully and casting an eerie glow onto the road below. The A337 Southampton Road the main road leading out of Lymington, and heads towards Brockenhurst.
On this night an elderly couple were driving along this road and noticed a young girl trying to hitch a lift, and against the couples normal view of picking up hitchhikers, the young girl wet and bedraggled and looked very miserable. They stopped and picked her up.
She sat shivering in the back of their car, and told the couple that she had been shopping and had lost her purse, and she did not have the bus fare home. “Oh well, we’ll take you home dear” they told her.
They arrived in Brockenhurst and stopped just down the road from her house. They offered to walk her to her door.
“No, it’s fine”, she said “Thank you for the lift.”
The couple drove home, but when they got there they found the girls coat on the back seat of the car, all wet with the rain. Since they knew where the young girl lived they decided to return it in the morning.
When they knocked on the door, a middle – aged man answered.
“We’ve got your daughters coat. she left it in our car when we gave her a lift home last night”.
“Are you sick?” shouted the man. His wife then appeared behind him.
“People like you should be put away, locked up!” she screamed at them.
Eventually the confused couple managed to persuade the girls parents that the they were serious – and then the girls parents told them the story: a year ago, the girl had lost her purse whilst on a shopping trip to town, so she had decided to hitchhike home. On this road just outside the hospital she had been hit by a car and was killed.
Her parents then took the elderly couple to the cemetery to show them their daughter’s grave – and what should they see when they walked towards the grave? There, draped over the headstone, was her coat.
After reading this tale and knowing it from memory I have now found that there are so many tales similar to this but with the slight differences ranging from the place of the event, and the people involved. I have even seen a television show with the same tale. In fact the hospital in Lymington, no longer there, is one that I spent a lot of time in, supposed to have my tonsils out, but still got them, another story for another day. But this small area, where I have also hitchhiked a lift from, yes it did have an eerie feel while waiting for a lift because, I lost my wallet.