Along Archer Avenue on Chicago’s southwest side, drivers have reported a strange and recurring encounter for nearly a century: a young woman dressed in white, asking for a ride late at night. She gives little direction, speaks softly if at all, and before the journey ends, she vanishes — sometimes leaving the car door unopened, the seat still warm, or the air suddenly cold. This is the legend of Resurrection Mary, widely regarded as one of the most famous and well-document