This story happened about a month ago in a little town in South Carolona, 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 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 BillyBob, there's that dumb *** that rode in our car when we

was pushin it in the rain.

 

Guess who's back... Back again.. Banzai's back.. Tell a friend..



Guess who's back,

Guess who's back,

Guess who's back,

Guess who's back,

Guess who's back,

Guess who's back,

Da-Da-da.

 

lol, it must have been foggy too