Growing up I was always told a ghost story since I was little, I don't know if it is a story from the RGV, I was always told it was, but you never know, it could have been my cousin trying to scary me.
So here is the story:
Back in the 1950s a high school had a dance and a young man was there and saw a beautiful young girl, and started to talk to her. As the dance started to end, he asked the girl if he could walk her home and she agreed. As they walked home they started talking and get to know each other, that night was a chilly night so the boy offered his jacket to her and she took it. He walked her home said goodnight to each other and that he would see her later. And he walked home himself. The next day he remembered that she had his jacket so he decided to go back to her house to 1) get the jacket back and 2) to see her. So he made his way over to her house. When he got there he knocked on the door, and older man answered, so the boy asked for the girl by name, the man said with a sad look in his eyes that he must have the wrong house because she didn't leave there. The boy didn't understand he told him how he walked her home last night from the dance. The man said that was impossible because she had been dead for a couple of years her grave is at the local graveyard go look for yourself. So that is what he did. He went to the graveyard, he looked for the tombstone and found it and on top of the stone was his jacket
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