Tomorrow I can start dreading Christmas. (Long story involving uncooperative family who want to overload my kids with junk...)
But in the spirit of today, here is Dallas' Lady of the Lake ghost story. I love this stuff.
Back in the early 1930s, a doctor was driving home from a late night at Lakewood Country Club when he happened upon a girl in a wet gown beckoning for a ride.
She pleaded for him to take her home to a Gaston Avenue address. When the doctor arrived at the dimly lit destination, he turned to the girl, but she was gone. Water dripped from the empty seat.
The homeowner told the confused doctor: “The girl is my daughter, who drowned in White Rock years ago.”