The road stretched ahead, its twists and turns guiding me through the rugged landscape. After a while, I felt the need to take a break and pulled over at a place called Salmon Run. It proved to be a peaceful spot, offering respite from the journey.
As I resumed my travels, the landscape changed, and I noticed an increasing number of billboards along the roadside. They displayed haunting images of missing girls. It dawned on me that I was traversing the infamous “highway of tears,” a stretch of road in Canada known for the alarming number of missing girls.
As fate would have it, just as I processed the significance of the billboards, I rounded a bend and came face-to-face with a chilling scene. There, beneath one of the haunting billboards, stood a young girl with her thumb out, hitchhiking. A wave of mixed emotions washed over me, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop. The constraints of my vehicle, with only one available seat, added another layer of impossibility.
As I drove on, the thought crossed my mind that the young girl resembled some of the missing girls whose faces were plastered on those signs. It sent a chill down my spine, contemplating the possibility that I had just encountered a ghost from the past. The notion was eerie, and while I couldn’t be certain, the experience was unsettling.