04-17-2003, 01:01 PM

This story happened about a month ago in a little town in Louisiana,...... 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 thru 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 told 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 Boudreaux, that's dat idiot that rode in our
car when we was pushin it in the rain!"