This story happened a short while ago in Brisbane, and even
though it sounds a little Alfred Hitchcock, it's true.
John, a Sydney University student was hitch hiking about 100 Km
north of Brisbane on an unlit
country road and on a very dark night with a severe storm raging
thunder, lightning, torrential rain. The night was rolling on and
no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see any
more than a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, in a flash of
lightning, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and it suddenly
stopped just a few feet from where he stood.
John, in the dark and driving rain, desperate for shelter and
without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door.
There was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on! The car
then began moving slowly. A little terrified by the sudden
movement, without obvious human interaction, John was thinking
about jumping from the moving vehicle, but the storm was getting
worse. 'here was a safe haven' form the tempest of sorts he looked
ahead at the road and saw a curve approaching.
Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. 'Do I jump', he
thought, when suddenly, just before he hit the curve, a hand
appeared through the window and turned the wheel.
John, in the dark, with only the flash of the lightning and
paralysed with terror, watched how the hand appeared every time
they came to a curve. John saw the lights of a pub down the road
so, gathering strength, he jumped out of the slowly moving car and
ran to it. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and asked for
two shots of tequila. He then started telling everybody around him
the horrible experience he had just been through. A silence had
enveloped everybody and then they realized he was crying and wasn't
drunk. About 5 minutes later, two blokes walked
into the same pub. They were also wet and out of breath.
Looking around and seeing John sobbing at the bar, one said to the
other, 'Look, Bruce, there's the idiot that got in the car while we
were pushing it.
