I had to write an urban legend in detail. I chose the one where a mom and her child get into a car accident and the mom dies but her ghost goes to get peolpe to save the baby.

“Yeah, just stay on the road you are on. You will be at our house in ten minutes, just keep your eyes on the road. There are some pretty steep cliffs and some of them don’t even have guardrails,” my uncle said.
“Don’t worry, I am a good driver. I’ll see you soon,” I told him.
“Alright, see you in a few minutes,” he said and hung up the phone.
I wasn’t as sure of my driving skills as I told him. There was no moon in the sky and I was driving on winding mountain roads with an old Ford with only one functioning headlight. The other burned out on the way. Vivian, my year old daughter, was snoozing in the back.
I pulled off the side of the road and continued on my journey through the mountainous roads. There were trees on either side of me, and the fog prevented me from seeing too far. My one trusty headlight didn’t aid my vision much.
I drove farther through the mountains, and I gained speed as I went down a hill. Suddenly Vivian woke up and began crying. Without stopping, I looked back to see her, and before I knew it, the car was airborne.
The front end slammed into the mountainside and the airbag smashed my chest upon impact. I started to fad away, and I felt my soul leaking out of my body. Time stopped and the world around me was frozen as I left my human form. I no longer in the car, I was my car spin in my spiritual form. It did another flip and landed on its side. It was a smoking heap and now neither headlight worked.
I drifted over to the car and saw Vivian in the back. She was bruised and beaten, yet conscious and alive. She was howling in agony, and I knew she wouldn’t be alive by the time someone found this mess. She needed help tonight
Then I looked over to my body. I was propped up against the blood-soaked airbag. My colors had faded and my arms were becoming stiff. Everything was bloody.
I turned away from the car and reappeared on the road. Almost immediately after I heard a car coming in the distance. I waited where I was standing, and looked at my ghostly form. I looked solid enough to be real, and I had the cuts and bruises of my body as well. I waved my arms and cried for help, but the car kept on driving past. I heard breaks before I could turn around to see them continue on their drive. The car backed up to me and its window rolled down. A young couple sat in the car and looked at my bloody appearance in horror.
“Oh God, what happened to you ma’am?” asked the young man.
“I—I was in an accident. My baby is still in the car; I can’t get her out. We drove off the mountain. She needs help. My uncle lives right ahead, if you could help me get her there I would be forever in your debt,” I frantically told him.
“Gees… Where did you go drive off at?” he said.
“Up ahead. The car is down there,”
“Okay, I will get her. Stay here with my wife,” he said. “Take care of her, will you Eve?” he asked his wife.
“Yeah, of course I will hurry up and save her,” she said.
“Oh, thank you so much,” I cried.
The man disappeared in the fog and I anxiously stood there with Eve.
“Do you need anything? You probably need to clean up some of those cuts,” she said.
“No, no, not now… I am too worried. Oh, I better go after him,”
“You really need to worry about yourself now, I am sure she will be fine,”
“Well, there isn’t really a point to worrying about me now… Just call 911 for me. You’ll see later,” I said as I trotted off into the fog after him.
I kept my distance from him so he wouldn’t notice. I watched him grab my blubbering baby and I felt relieved. Then he looked over to the drivers seat and remained motionless in awe for quite a distance in time.
I made myself lose visibility and watch the rest of the night’s occurrences on the road from the trees. The couple personally delivered Vivian and the news to my uncle and his family. I must have really shaken them. I watched them tell the story to my family and saw the tears streaming down their faces. I felt like I could rest now.
I still live today in Vivian and in stories told around campfires. Vivian lives with my uncle and gets regular visits from the couple that saved me. They have their own daughter now; they named after me, Mary.
Dante