When I was a child we would frequently get calls for a woman named Tanya. Didn't seem like a big deal, she had the same last name as us, although it's quite a common one around here.
When we moved across the city and phone books stopped being the go-to for finding somebody's number, the calls for Tanya gradually stopped. Those days seemed to have ended and we carried on, forgetting about the mysterious Tanya.
It was about 4 years ago that she popped up in our lives again.
I was driving home from work one afternoon and was greeted by a pretty grisly car wreck at the turn to my house - two cars had collided and one had wrapped itself around the signage pole that had house numbers and directions on it, one of which was my house number.
Several days later we get a call from the police. They asked if Tanya was at this residence. Her car was found wrapped around a pole - down the street from my house - and she was nowhere to be found at the accident site.
Haven't heard anything about her since.