It had been a week since the incident on the deserted road, but the memory of the haunting voice still lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something sinister was lurking behind me, watching my every move. I tried to convince myself that it was just my imagination, but the fear inside me refused to subside.

One evening, I was walking back home from work when I heard the voice again. This time, it was more distinct and louder. "Stop! Don't go any further," the voice echoed. I turned around, but there was no one there. The road was empty, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

I quickened my pace, trying to ignore the voice, but it seemed to follow me. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that the voice was coming from the same deserted road where I had heard it last week. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked towards the road, but I couldn't resist the urge to investigate.

As I approached the road, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was a woman, and she seemed to be crying. I hesitated for a moment, but then I mustered up the courage to approach her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

She turned around, and I saw her face. She had a hauntingly beautiful face, but her eyes were filled with sadness and despair. "I'm lost," she said in a soft voice. "I don't know where to go."

I felt a pang of sympathy for her, and without thinking, I offered to help her. "I can take you to your destination," I said, hoping she would accept my offer.

She looked at me for a moment, and then she nodded. "Thank you," she said, and we started walking.

As we walked, she told me her story. She was a ghost who had died on that same deserted road years ago. She had been waiting for someone to help her find her way to the afterlife, and I was the first person who had offered to help her.

I was shocked to hear her story, but I didn't feel scared anymore. I felt a sense of purpose, as if I had been chosen to help her. We walked for hours, and finally, we reached her destination. She turned around and smiled at me. "Thank you," she said, and then she vanished into thin air.

I stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. I had helped a ghost find her way to the afterlife, and I had overcome my fear of the haunted road. As I walked back home, I felt a sense of accomplishment and a newfound respect for the supernatural. Who knows what other mysteries awaited me on that haunted road.