When my uncles were younger.. they used to tell me a story about their granddad..
Granddad was about 17 or 18. It was his first time traveling home from the city. Driving home to the reservation was always an adventure for us in the 60s.
He left a little later than normal. As nightfall hit. The rain starts.. he shifts his focus onto the road and turns down the radio. He notices someone. Hitchhiking. Ignores him and keeps driving. Wanting to get home, But after 3 or 4 miles. He sees the same figure.. same long coat.. ignores him again. Keeps driving.. and just before he reaches home. Sees the figure for a 3rd time.. slows down but does not stop, Keeps driving past him.. as he is about to take the exit home. Sees the person, wearing a hat looking at him in his rear view mirror. Turns around.. Only to see what appears to be hooves going down into the floor of the car... And gone..
Rushes home. Tells the family.. They all brush it off. And it just becomes the family ghost story.. Careful when driving.