Lousiana Ghost Story

This happened about a month ago just outside of Breaux Bridge, a
little town in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an
Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.

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 the engine to be heard over the rain.

Again the car crept slowly forward and 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 begging for his life, he was sure the ghost car would go off the
road and in the bayou, 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. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he
could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a cafe ordered two cups of coffee,
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 not just some drunk.)

About half an hour later two guys walked into the cafe and one says
to the other, "Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot what rode in our car when
we waz pushin it in the rain."

[Midas]