LOUISIANA GHOST STORY
This story happened about a month ago in a little town in
Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock
tale, it's real. Read to the end.
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."
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