The classic: The girl with the curve

There are different versions, but they all have a common denominator: a young woman in a white dress. Legend has it that a family man was returning home from work along the Costas del Garraf highway. It was a rainy night, the cold fogged up the windshield and exhaustion pushed her eyelids down. As he progressed down the road, the drops hit the windows of his car more violently, which lost stability on the winding asphalt path.

The man sharpened his senses and slowed down. At that very moment, the headlights of the vehicle illuminated the figure of a girl who, drenched in rain, was waiting motionless for some driver to take pity on her and take her to her destination. Without a moment's hesitation, he slammed on the brakes and invited her up. She accepted immediately, and while she sat in the passenger seat, the driver noticed her dress. She was wearing a white cotton dress that was wrinkled and stained with mud. From her shaggy hair, she looked like she had been waiting quite a while.

She resumed the trip and they began a relaxed conversation in which the girl repeatedly dodged the story of how she had gotten to that place. Until the right moment arrived. In a cold, clipped voice, she asked him to slow her down to almost stop the vehicle. "It's a very tight curve," she warned him. The man took her advice, and when he saw how dangerous it might have been, he thanked her. She, with a sharp and cold voice, snapped at him: “Don't thank me, it's my mission. I killed myself on that curve more than 25 years ago. It was a night like this.” A shiver ran down the man's spine and made his skin crawl. When he turned his eyes to the co-pilot, the young woman was gone. Her seat, however, was still damp.

This scene has been repeated in other places in Spain, such as Mallorca or Bàscara (Girona).