T-Rex: One day a driver picked up a young lady with a red scarf around her neck who was hitchhiking, and drove the hitchhiker to her destination.
T-Rex: Just one problem:

T-Rex: HER DESTINATION WAS A CEMETERY??

T-Rex: And after she got off the driver who I forgot to give a name to earlier but who I'll now call "Estuary Esquire", no wait, "Slappy Pete", asked some locals at a bar about her and they all suddenly got very quiet as they told him that a young woman in a red scarf had died THAT VERY NIGHT, only it was ten years in the past, but the same calendar day at least. Slappy Pete was like "Frick, no way!"

Utahraptor: Is this finally confirmation that G-G-G-GHOSTS ARE R-R-R-REAL?
T-Rex: So Slappy Pete thought!

T-Rex: But reflecting on it later Pete realized that if this woman's death was so well-known at the bar then probably others knew it too, and it WOULD be a pretty good prank - especially if you just needed a ride to the cemetery. He came to respect the effort put into the sweet prank.
Utahraptor: Ah.

T-Rex: Later on a friend of a friend of Pete's retold this story, but he left out the part where Pete was logical. That friend then died seven days later! AND AROUND HIS NECK WAS A RED SCARF!!
T-Rex: AW FRICK, YOU GUYS
T-Rex: TERROR
T-Rex: IS
T-Rex: REAL