The driver tells the woman his story and the woman responds by saying her daughter was killed in a wreck near that underpass – and other drivers have told her the same story. Worried, the man gets out of his car and goes to a nearby house. When they get there, she mysteriously disappears. She gets in and they head to her home in High Point. He sees a young woman near the underpass and asks her if she needs a ride. The legend goes a little like this: A man is driving through Jamestown.
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The TV crew was filming in the Triad last August. Legend has it that Lydia haunts the old U.S. The story of Lydia the hitchhiker was featured on an episode of “Monsters and Mysteries in America” on the Destination America cable channel earlier this week. The legend of a ghostly hitchhiker who is rumored to have haunted a Guilford County underpass is getting a national audience, according to the High Point Enterprise. Please look at the time stamp on the story to see when it was last updated. He drove on to Lexington, but never has he forgotten, nor will he ever forget, the beautiful hitchhiker and how she vanished into the night.This is an archived article and the information in the article may be outdated. The young man turned from the doorway, speechless. And every year since, on this very night, she signals a young man like you to pick her up. She was killed in a wreck at that tunnel five years ago tonight. She told me she had been to a dance and was on her way home." Have you seen her? I picked her up out on the highway." "I brought a girl to this house," he explained, "but now I can't find her. Finally the door was opened by a white-haired woman in a night robe. After a third knock, through the side panes a dim light appeared from the pitch-black hallway. The young man knew the road well, but it was a thick foggy. He works in Jamestown, TN and 2 other locations and specializes in Emergency Medicine, Internal Medicine and Hospital Medicine. He went up the steps and knocked on the door. At that time, just east of Jamestown, the old road dipped through a tunnel under the train tracks. No one! He thought she might have rushed up the sidewalk and out of sight.Ĭonfused and undecided about what to do next, he thought it only reasonable to find out if she had entered the house. There was no one there! He looked into the back seat. "I live three doors on the right." He parked before a darkened house, got out of the car and went around to open the door for her. He tried to continue the conversation, but she would say nothing more until they were into High Point. "I was at a dance." She spoke in a monotone. I didn't expect to find anyone like you on the road so late at night." As they drove off, he said, "I'm glad I came by. He jumped from the car and ran around to where she stood motionless.
Her troubled eyes were glaring straight toward him. It was a girl, young, beautiful, resplendent in a long white evening dress. The young man quickly slammed on his brakes and came to a stop beside the figure. Standing on the roadside just beyond the underpass was an indistinct white figure with arms raised in a gesture of distress. He slowed down on the curve leading to the tunnel and was halfway through it when his eyes almost popped out of his head. Many wrecks had taken place at that spot. The young man knew the road well, but it was a thick foggy night in early summer and he drove cautiously, especially when he neared the Jamestown underpass. At that time, just east of Jamestown, the old road dipped through a tunnel under the train tracks. Not long ago, but before interstate highways ran around towns and cities, a young man left Greensboro late one night to drive to his old home in Lexington.