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."