[Scene: A cozy café in a small village in Normandy, France. It’s late evening, and rain taps gently against the window. Claire stirs her hot chocolate nervously.]
Claire: (whispering) Julien… something strange happened last night. I was driving back from Lisieux, near the forest road—you know, that stretch near La Forêt de Brotonne—and I saw her.
Julien: (raises an eyebrow) You saw who? Please don’t say the White Lady again, Claire.
Claire: La Dame Blanche! I did see her! She was standing on the side of the road in a white dress, pale as chalk, just staring. And then—poof—gone.
Julien: Or… it was fog, headlights, and your imagination playing tag in the dark. Come on, Claire, you know how your brain fills in blanks.
Claire: Julien, I know what I saw. And guess what? Right after I passed that spot, my car stalled. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Julien: Or your 2004 Renault finally decided it was done with life. Again.
Claire: It’s not funny! There have been reports—dozens of people have seen her in that exact spot. My cousin Aurélie swears she saw her too, years ago. A white figure tried to get in the car! She had nightmares for weeks.
Julien: And you don’t think that could have been a lost hitchhiker in a wedding dress or a prank? You do remember that prankster in 2018 who wore a white gown and scared half the village?
Claire: That was different. This wasn’t a teenager in sneakers. This was… otherworldly. Cold, silent… wrong. And she’s known as an omen. People see her, and bad things happen.
Julien: But bad things happen anyway. You could stub your toe tomorrow, and someone would blame it on her. It’s called confirmation bias. We remember the spooky story when something goes wrong, but forget all the times nothing happened.
Claire: But what about the stories from centuries ago? Peasants, nobles, travelers—they all talked about her. Can so many generations be wrong?
Julien: Absolutely. Entire civilizations believed the sun was a chariot driven by a god. History is full of collective misunderstandings. Just because something’s old doesn’t mean it’s true.
Claire: Still… the air felt different. Heavy. Like I wasn’t alone. Science can’t explain that.
Julien: It can, actually. Fear activates your amygdala, heightens your senses, distorts perception. Low visibility, shadows, the way headlights bounce in fog—all of it messes with the brain. And forests at night? Our ancestors avoided them for a reason. Evolution wired us to be jumpy in the dark.
Claire: That’s all very logical, Julien. But logic doesn’t comfort you when you’re staring into a pair of glowing eyes in your rearview mirror.
Julien: Glowing eyes?! Now she has headlights?
Claire: I’m serious! Stop laughing.
Julien: Sorry, sorry. It’s just—I think fear is more contagious than any ghost. But instead of running from it, maybe try facing it with facts. Maybe go back to that road in daylight, see what’s actually there. I’ll even come with you.
Claire: You’ll come with me?
Julien: Of course. And if we meet La Dame Blanche, I’ll offer her coffee and ask her if she knows she’s trending on Reddit.
Claire: Laughs You’d probably ask her for scientific evidence of her existence.
Julien: Absolutely. If she floats, glows, and causes mechanical failures, I want to run some tests.
Claire: Fine. But if you get haunted, don’t come crying to me.
Julien: Deal. And if I don’t get haunted, you owe me a pain au chocolat and an apology to your car.
Claire: Smiling You’re on. But just so you know, I’m bringing sage and holy water. Just in case.
Julien: And I’ll bring a flashlight and a copy of Psychology Today.
[Scene fades with both friends laughing and sipping their drinks as the rain picks up outside—somewhere in the misty trees, the wind moans… or was it just a fox?]
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