Tales of the Explained

Courtesy of Bill Cork

This story happened about a month ago in a little town in Newfoundland and even then it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale. It’s real.

This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark night and in the middle of a storm. The night was getting darker and the rain harder, and no car went by, the storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly he saw a car coming towards him and stop. The guy, without thinking about, it got in the car and closes the door just to realize there’s nobody behind the wheel. The car starts slowly; the guy looks at the road and sees a curve coming his way, scared he starts to pray begging for his life. He hadn’t come out of shock, when just before he hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel. The guy, paralyzed in terror, watched how the hand appears every time they are before a curve.

Finally, the guy, gathering strength, gets out of the car and runs to the nearest town. Wet and in shock goes to a bar and asks for two shots of rye and starts telling everybody about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realize the guy was crying and wasn’t drunk.

About half an hour later two guys walked in the same cantina and one said to the other. “Look Pete, there’s the jerk that got in the car when we were pushing it.”