Warndalyn
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LOUISIANA GHOST STORY
This story happened about a month ago near a small
town in south Louisiana, and while it sounds like an
Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real, it's true.
Read it slow, read it to the end.
This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking 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."
:lol: Poor Man :lol:
LOUISIANA GHOST STORY
This story happened about a month ago near a small
town in south Louisiana, and while it sounds like an
Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real, it's true.
Read it slow, read it to the end.
This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking 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."
:lol: Poor Man :lol:
