Bruce was driving home from his job in the city. He worked late on this particular day and left his office at around 11:30 PM. The drive to his country home usually took around 30 minutes. The road he lived on was curvy and took Bruce through some forested area. As he was rushing home after the long day of work, Bruce noticed that small patches of fog were developing on that crisp, Autumn night. So as a precaution, he slowed the car down just a little. Bruce's mind began to wander because he had driven this pathway twice a day for fifteen years, so he was familiar with the turns in the road, every little bump on the old paved road. He reflected the days activities and pondered tomorrows happenings. In the background of all this day dreaming, the radio was playing. Bruce loved the local Oldies station and never ceased listening to the station. Bruce snapped back to reality as his favorite song began to play. At the top of his lungs Bruce sang, "Chantily lace and a pretty face, with a ponytail hanging down. Really getting into the music, Bruce noticed the fog had thickened and the turns in the road were getting sharper. Static started to enter into the song, then took the song over. Bruce thought that perhaps the fog was cauing the bad transmition. As he rounded the sharpest turn on the road, he saw a woman standing in the middle of the road. She was wearing a long, flowing, blue nightgown that shuddered in the breeze. Bruced slammed the break pedal to the floor and closed his eyes, praying the car would stop in time. But he didn't hit the breaks fast enough because he hit her. The mysterious, bluely clad lady passed through the front of Bruce's car with a look of horror stamped on her face. Her jaw was clenched tauntly, as if she were bearing the pain of the cold metal ramming her soft flesh. Her grey eyes shown lifeless. She was in such a postion that she passed right through Bruce's body. He trembled uncontrollably as her frigid, transparent body passed though his. He felt a wave of cold air rush in from all sides of the car. Suddenly, the windows ruptured and cracked, finally blowing out. The radio dial changed stations and the horn blared. Bruce frantically fondled for the break pedal and the car screeched to a halt mere feet from where the woman stood. Bruce, being of a conservative disposition, did not believe what he just witnessed. He thought momentarily that the stress from his office job had finally sent him over the edge. With his eyes still closed, he prepared his mind for what may be lurking behind his car. Bruce opened his eyes and slowly turned his head and he saw her again. She was standing in the road, enveloped in fog. Small waves of fog bellowed from underneath the hovering spirit. She glared at him, her eyes glowed red and screamed evil. She let out a horrific scream and then the fog grew thick and covered her body, it covered everything. Bruce could no longer see out of his car. After what seemed like hours the fog lifted and the woman was gone. Bruce jumped out of his car and checked for any semblence of the blue lady. The only sign of her ghastly presence was the shattered windows in the car and a small piece of blue material stuck on the grill of his car.