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This story has been around the block and then some, with a bunch of variations on the theme.
It was a Friday night, and a bunch of guys were hanging out in a nightclub. They split up to go mingle and try to pick up girls. One of the guys found this girl and hit it off with her pretty well. They danced and talked and basically had a great time together. When it came time to leave, the guy offered his newfound friend (let's call her Mary) a ride home, which she accepted. At one point as they were driving home, the girl said, "You can stop here. My house is just a short distance away." The guy was reluctant to let her out of the car, preferring to see her to her door, but she was insistent. It was a cold night out, so he told her to at least take his jacket so she wouldn't catch a chill. She accepted the jacket gratefully, and promised to return it the following day. She gave him her phone number and left.
The following day he called the young lady to ask for his jacket and hear the sound of her voice again. An older woman answered the phone, and he asked for Mary. A long shocked silence, followed by a sharp, "Excuse me?" answered his inquiry. He repeated his request, and the woman answered, "I don't know why you would think this is funny. You're a very sick person." The dial tone that followed indicated she had hung up. Bewildered, he tried his call again. The woman that answered began to cry when he asked for Mary, and he said, "Listen, all I need is to get my jacket back from her." The woman said she had no idea what he was talking about. He told her he had lent his jacket to Mary last night when he drove her home. Another stunned silence followed this statement, but this time the woman said, "I think we need to talk. Why don't you come over?" She gave the address, and he went to visit, confused but happy for a chance to see Mary again. When he arrived, a pale, thin woman invited him inside. Once seated, the woman spoke bluntly, "I don't know who you could have been with last night, but it wasn't Mary." She showed a picture, and the boy reaffirmed that he had been with Mary. She woman looked visibly shaken. "My daughter has been dead for five years!" Now it was the young man's turn to be shocked. He stated firmly that he had been with her. He refused to believe what the woman said. He was so adamant that the woman had to take him to her grave. On the tombstone, folded neatly, was his jacket.
