One stormy night, a taxi driver was driving down a small, lonely road when he saw a girl standing under a bare tree.
He opened the door and said to the girl, «Do you want a lift?»
The girl said yes, so they went off in the car.
The taxi-driver said, «I can take you home. Where do you live?»
The girl said, «I live in that house on the hill.»
So the taxi driver took the girl to the hill. When they got to the house, the taxi driver knocked on the door. An old woman opened the door.
The taxi driver said, «Is this your daughter?»
The woman said, «My daughter died five years ago under that tree.»
When the taxi driver turned around, the girl was gone.
My grand mother told me that story.
Sounds like you had a pretty spooky grandmother! It almost seems like the plot of an episode of The Twilight Zone.