Dr. Eckersall, a local physician, was driving home 
                      from a country-club dance late one Saturday night. 
                      He slowed down a bit while driving past the lake so 
                      he could admire the glistening of the full moon on 
                      the water. Out of the corner of his eye appeared a 
                      lovely young girl, dressed in a sheer evening gown, 
                      beckoning him for a lift. He jammed on his brakes, 
                      and motioned her to climb into the back seat of his 
                      sedan. "All cluttered up with golf clubs and bags up 
                      here in front," he explained. "But what on earth is 
                      a youngster like you doing out here all alone this 
                      time of the night?" 

                      "It's too long a story to tell you," said the girl. 
                      Her voice was sweet and somewhat shrill -- like the 
                      tinkling of sleigh bells. "Please, take me home. My 
                      car broke down a few miles back and I've been trying 
                      to get help for the longest time. I live up the road 
                      about 5 miles. I hope it's not too far out of your 
                      way." 

                      The doctor mumbled under his breath and set the car 
                      in motion. He drove rapidly to her destination, and 
                      as he pulled up before the shuttered house, he said, 
                      "Here we are." Then he turned around. The back seat 
                      was empty, except for a small puddle of lake water 
                      dripping down onto the floorboard. 

                      "What the hell?" the doctor muttered to himself. The 
                      girl couldn't possibly have fallen from the car. Nor 
                      could she simply have vanished. He rang insistently 
                      on the house bell, confused as he had never been. At 
                      long last the door opened. A gray-haired, very tired
                      looking man peered out at him. 

                      "Sir, a most  amazing thing has happened," began the 
                      doctor. "A young girl gave me this address a while 
                      back. I drove her here and . . ." 

                      "Yes, yes, I know," said the man wearily. "This has 
                      happened several other Saturday evenings in the past 
                      month. That young girl, sir, was my daughter. She was 
                      killed in a boating accident on White Rock Lake almost 
                      two years ago . . ."