happened about a month ago just outside of Willmar,
a little town in the back country of Minnesota, and
while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's
This out of state traveler 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 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 to be heard
over the rain.
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 surely 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.
the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take
and jumped out of the car and ran and ran, into town,
into Willmar. 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
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