Urban legends

Once upon a time a man whowanted to buy a house, walked down a street. Suddenly he noticed a old house with a "to sell"-sign in the window. He rang the bell and an old man open. "Come in", he said. The man entered the house. The old man showed him all rooms and then he invited him to drink a cup of tea with him and his wife. The old people telked about their life and their children and showed photos of them. The man left with a phone-number of the agency, which sold the house. One week later, he wanted to show the house to his wife and made a date with the agency. When they met the house was in a worse condition. As they entered the kitchen, the man saw the three cups of teastill standing on the table. "Last week I drank tea with the owners of the house", said the man and showed at pictures of the old pair hanging on the wall. The man from the agency answered astonished: "Good man, they are dead since 20 years!" (see more)

At 12.04
On a cold dark night
My headlights stabbed the rain;
A girl stood sadly thumbing a ride
With a look of fear and pain.

She was white, she was silent, she was eerie
Her body shook with cold
Her eyes stared unmoving and
I gave her my jacket to hold.

We reached her house in the pouring rain
Where she turned and whispered,
"Thanks again."
"Keep the coat," I softly said,
"I'll get it back tomorrow."
"Thanks," she smiled and lifted her head
But her eyes were filled with sorrow.

Next day at her house
Empty and bare
A mysterious old lady
Gave me a scare
Whispering
"There's no girl here, not any more
She died last year at 12.04.
It was a cold rainy night
On the night that she died.
She was hitching a ride with a boy at her side.
And now every night she continues to roam
Searching for him and a way to get home."

My jacket turned up
On a white headstone
And I stared at the photo
Of the girl so alone.
I knew it was her
With her dark dark eyes
And.. (see more)

..I thought I could hear
Her soft soft sights.

And now every night
At 12.04
I drive in the rain as I did before
And pick up the girl so sad and alone
And hope that tonight we can both get home. (see more)