posted on October 24, 2003 03:15:22 PM new
>This story happened about a month ago near a small town in southern
West
>Virginia and it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale:
>
>This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark
night in
>the middle of a storm. The night passed slowly and no cars went by.
The
>storm
>was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.
>
>Suddenly he saw a car slowly looming, ghostlike, out of the gloom. It
>slowly
>crept toward him and stopped. Reflexively, the guy got into the car
and
>closed
>the door, then realized that there was nobody behind the wheel.
>
>The car slowly started moving again. 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. The guy started to pray, begging for his life. He was
sure
>the ghost car would go off the road and he would plunge to his death,
when
>just
>before the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the
>steering
>wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Paralyzed with terror,
the
>guy
>watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve.
>
>Finally, the guy gathered his wits and leaped from the car and ran to
the
>nearest town. Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice
quavering,
>ordered
>two shots of tequila, and started telling everybody about his
horrible,
>supernatural experience. A silence enveloped everybody when they
realized
>the guy was
>apparently sane and not drunk.
>
>About half an hour later two guys walked into the same bar. One says
to the
>other, "Look Bobby, it's that idiot that rode in our car when we was
broke
>down
>and pushin' it in the rain!"
