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 really 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 life; he was sure
the ghost car would go off the road and into 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 quivering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told
everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped 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, ders dat idiot
that rode in our car when we was pushin' it to the gas station!!"