The Legend of the BLACK COAT

On a rainy and cold night, a young man was driving home from some overtime work. Suddenly, he noticed a wet figure on the side of the street. This was a young woman and seemed very wet and cold. The young man stops the car and asks if she needs a ride. The young woman nods yes then he steps out of the car to lend her his coat. They drive on for about 30 minutes and they enjoyed a very nice conversation. The young woman told him her name was Annie and was coming home from a party. Suddenly, she told him to stop, gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran off towards a house. The young man realised that she still had on his coat and decided to go to the house to collect it. He knocked on the door and was met by an old couple. ''Hello, could I see Annie please, I gave her a ride but she still has my coat'' the young man said. The old couple was puzzled to the request and said that Annie was the name of the old man's grandmother and that she was killed by a runaway horse in the early 1900's. ''Go to the cemetary, you will see her tombstone'' was the reply. The young man decided to go see this cemetary just by curiosity. He wandered around the gravesights until he came upon a strange sight. His black coat, neatly folded on the side of the grave.