LADY IN WHITE by Chris Ayers

McAllen, Texas

On July 10th, 2016, I spotted something that changed my perception of the world. I don’t consider myself a religious man, nor did I care much about the paranormal, but the thing I saw, the lady in white, was something that defies the norm.

I was driving down Bicentennial blvd with my cousin Greg in the car, heading to McAllen Museum. I pulled into the parking lot near a small stream, killed the engine, and thought nothing of it, when all of a sudden my cousin screamed, “look out the window!”

“What’s got into you,” I said, shaking my head at him. The fear in his eyes told me he wasn’t playing around, and I slowly turned to find something that turned my blood into ice, an impression so vivid it still gives me chills to this day. Right on the side of the stream was a lady in a white gown with flowing black hair.

“Dude, we should get the hell out of here,” said Greg.

I hesitated a for moment, studying the features of the oddity, noticing that it appeared to be heading towards us.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“Hold on,” I said, with a hand raised. “Maybe she needs help.”

“We’re the ones that will need help if you don’t get us out of here,” said Greg, growing more frantic.

“We’ll be fine,” I said, rolling down my window. “Hey,” I shouted out. “Are you okay?”

The woman lifted her head, and even though her black banes obstructed her face, I could tell she seemed a bit off. An uneasy feeling crept from my core, but I ignored it.

“Dude, let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Greg, turning the key in the ignition.

“Hold up,” I said, grabbing his hand. “This woman looks like she needs help. It would be wrong of us to just leave her, right?”

“Dude,” said Greg, “have you seen The Ring?”

“Is that’s what this is about? You think this is some sort of horror film? Grow up.” I shoved his hand away, and watched as his eyes went wide.

I turned to find that woman, the lady in white, had vanished.

“Where did she go,” I asked, sticking my head out the window.

“I’m telling you, she’s a ghost.” Greg leaned into his seat, rubbing his forehead in frustration. “We should get the fuck out of here.”

“Don’t freak out,” I said, trying my best to hold my own nerves together. “I’m sure there is a reason for this.”

I glanced in the rear view mirror and to find the lady in white sitting in the back seat. “Holy hell,” I said, panic in my voice.

“Jesus Christ, dude,” said Greg, as he jumped out of the car. “How the hell did it get in!”

Frozen with fear, I stared at her reflection in the mirror, watching as turned her head towards me. Her pale white face, hollow eyes, and gaping mouth sent chills down my spine. I went for the door, but the it wouldn’t open.

She leaned forward. With her face next mine, I could hear a slight gargling sound. I could feel the cold of her presence. I tried the door again, and noticed that my cousin had ran off like a coward. In full panic, I threw myself out the window, struggled to get my fat body through, and hit my head on the pavement.

I woke to find that it was early morning. I had a thick coat of fresh dew on my face. My clothes were saturated with wet, sticky substance. My car door was wide open. I could hear Hotel California playing from my radio. I seethed from the pain in my head, and force myself back onto my feet. Leaning against the car, I noticed that the driver’s side seat was coated in a slick, white essence that reeked of death and decay.

The lady in white was not in the car, and I wasn’t sure if she was even around, and at that point I didn’t care. I grabbed some used oil rags out from my trunk and used them to soak up the mess in my seat.

I cursed a shit ton under my breath and asked was this a prank, or was this legit?

Read more creepypasta and horror based in Texas in Real American Horror: Texas

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