This out-of-state
traveler was on the side of the
road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle
of a snow storm.
Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was
snowing so hard he
could hardly see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly he saw a
car moving slowly, approaching and
appearing ghost like in the snow. It slowly and
silently 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, and no sound of an engine .
Again the car
crept slowly forward and the guy was
terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and
running.
The guy
saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and,
still too scared
to jump out, he started to pray and began begging
for his life; he
was sure the ghost car would go off the road and
into a nearby lake
and he would drown!
But just before the curve, a shadowy figure appeared
at the driver's window and a hand reached in and
turned the steering
wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then,
just as
silently, the hand disappeared through the window
and the hitchhiker
was alone again! 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 and
ran, into town, into
Garrison. 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
and everybody got goose bumps
when they realized the guy was telling the truth
(and was not just
some drunk).
About half an hour
later two guys walked into the bar
and one says to the other, 'Look Ole, ders dat idiot
that rode in our
car when we wuz pushin it in the snow.'
