This happened about a month ago just outside of Cocodrie, a little town
in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred
Hitch-c o c k 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 an engine to be heard over the rain. 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 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 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 not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to
the other,
“Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin
it in the rain.”
