(This happened about a month ago just outside a little town in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.)
This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a real dark night in
the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly, and no cars went by.
It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly he saw a car moving, slowly approaching and appearing ghostlike
in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.
Wanting a ride real bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door,
only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car
slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of
jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching
a sharp curve; still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and beg
for his life. He was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in the
bayou and he would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand
appeared thru the driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding
the car safely around the bend. Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the
hand reappear every time they reached a curve.
Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped
out of the car and ran to town. Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and
voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about
his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped them, and everybody got
goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and not
just some drunk.
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to
the other, "Look, Boudreaux, dere's dat idiot dat rode in our car when we
was pushin' it in the rain."
This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a real dark night in
the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly, and no cars went by.
It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly he saw a car moving, slowly approaching and appearing ghostlike
in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.
Wanting a ride real bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door,
only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car
slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of
jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching
a sharp curve; still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and beg
for his life. He was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in the
bayou and he would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand
appeared thru the driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding
the car safely around the bend. Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the
hand reappear every time they reached a curve.
Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped
out of the car and ran to town. Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and
voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about
his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped them, and everybody got
goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and not
just some drunk.
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to
the other, "Look, Boudreaux, dere's dat idiot dat rode in our car when we
was pushin' it in the rain."
