Blond of W3

Storyteller
Storyteller
On dark nights along W3 in Brasília, a chilling story whispers among the locals. It is said that, not so long ago, a beautiful young blonde would cross the road at night. Dressed in a white gown that shimmered under the streetlights, she captivated the attention of everyone who passed by.
Dylan
Dylan
I used to be a taxi driver, and I heard a lot about this urban legend. I don't know if it is a dangerous ghost or demon or whatever it does.
Storyteller
Storyteller
One evening, a group of friends was driving down W3. As they slowed near a traffic light, they spotted her.
Antônio
Antônio
“Look at that girl!” exclaimed, eyes wide. “She’s stunning!”
Henrique
Henrique
“Yeah, but it’s late. What’s she doing out here alone?” another replied, glancing nervously around.
Storyteller
Storyteller
Suddenly, the car's radio crackled to life, interrupting their chatter. A news report echoed ominously: “A young woman was tragically killed here just a year ago…”
Storyteller
Storyteller
As they turned to discuss it, they heard a soft, haunting cry in the distance.
Antônio
Antônio
“Did you hear that?” the driver asked, gripping the wheel tightly.
Henrique
Henrique
“Maybe we should just keep driving,”
one friend suggested, his voice trembling.
Henrique
Henrique
“I don’t like this.”
Storyteller
Storyteller
Ignoring the warning, they rolled down the window, and the girl appeared, her hair flowing like a ghostly veil.
Blond of W3
Blond of W3
“Help me,”
Storyteller
Storyteller
she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Blond of W3
Blond of W3
“I need to find peace.”
Antônio
Antônio
“Who are you?”
The driver stammered, fear creeping into his heart.
Blond of W3
Blond of W3
“I’m the one they left behind,”
She replied, her gaze piercing.
Blond of W3
Blond of W3
“If you look away, I’ll never find rest.”
Storyteller
Storyteller
The friends exchanged terrified glances, realizing they were caught in her spell.
Henrique
Henrique
“We should go!”
One shouted, panic rising in his voice.
Storyteller
Storyteller
But it was too late. The chilling cold filled the car, and as they turned to flee, the blonde’s cry echoed louder, filling their minds with dread.
Henrique
Henrique
“Don’t look back!”
Storyteller
Storyteller
One shouted, but curiosity held them in place. They turned, and in that moment, they were enveloped by darkness.
Blond of W3
Blond of W3
“Why did you look?”
She wailed, her voice a mix of sorrow and rage.
Blond of W3
Blond of W3
“Now you’ll join me forever.”
Storyteller
Storyteller
The car vanished into the night, leaving only an eerie silence behind, a warning to anyone who dared to tread too close to W3 between 23:00 and 3:00 a.m.
Based on an urban legend of Brasilia in Brazil The author has something to say: I don't know you, but usually when I am walking in the middle of the night almost day, the only danger nearby is someone kidnapping you or crushing you, and not this kind of thing. People also say that the woman is black or has a dark hair, not exactly a blonde one. Have you ever watched a movie or series with that kind of ghost?

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