Reflect blog

One dark, moonless night my friend, Mark, was driving past one of the cemeteries on the outskirt of the city. By the side of the old path he noticed a young girl who was sitting and silently whipping. Although it was freezing, she was wearing just a thin jacket and a skirt. He stopped the car as he wanted to pick her up and drive her home. She told him that she got lost and her parents live in an old house two miles away. He took the girl to this house and when she left the car he drove away. As soon as he arrived home a few minutes later, he saw a wooden box full of scrap gold. He was really amazed and he show the box to his wife Annette, who couldn"t believe in the story. A couple of days later they went back to the house to find the girls" parents and give back the scrap gold box. They knocked the door of the old house but nobody answered. They wanted to go back home but they met an old woman who lived nearby. She told them that the girl used to live there but she died several years ago in a car accident and her parents moved to another city. Mark and Annette were shocked and showed the old lady the box with scrap gold that they found in the car. She told them that the legend said the girl had hidden the box before she died and since then a lot of people had been looking for the box but nobody could find it.