I Have a Weird Story

I don't remember much of what happened that night, but one summer night my Mom and I decided to go to this local a gas station in town to fill up my car. And this woman from a red pick-up truck that had made it after we did came up to us and asked our help to find some woman who was recently buried earlier that day. You see, there was a funeral and a line of cars were heading to some grave site on the other side of town and she wanted to know the location, so she and her husband could visit. It was weird to us because why would someone visit a grave site in the middle of the night? But we put that aside and did the best we could to help her. I also remember her having a hard time writing down directions, her hands were shaky and she had to erase once or twice before she got what she needed. To this day, I think she was on drugs or something.