So this is not a story I’ve experienced myself. This is a story from one of the drummers of my Indonesian church band. A lot of Indonesian people believe in the supernatural and in ghosts and that sort of stuff. There are numerous of stories they share from generation to generation about haunted areas.
This guy was still living in Indonesia at the time, working as a cab driver. It was late at night and it was rain season. On the side of the road ahead of him, he noticed a figure standing with long hair. He was curious why anyone would be out at this hour and it was quite a deserted place too. He drove up to her and pulled over to ask the woman if she needed help. As he opened the car window the smell of death filled up his nose. The woman smiled and asked if she could have a ride to the cemetery up ahead.
Something just didn’t feel right to him. The smell of death wouldn’t go away either, which made him more anxious. He closed the car window and drove off as fast as he could. As he looked in the rear view mirror, the woman suddenly was nowhere to be seen. But the smell of death was still in his car. Later when he got home he told it to his friends and they said that a woman had died near the cemetery and that this lady along side the road was her ghost, trying to hitch a ride to her grave.
I don’t believe in ghosts myself. But the guy who told me this story to this day doesn’t dare to come near a cemetery at night ever again.