An Irish Ghost Story

[skurt]

>This story happened a while ago in Dublin , and even though itsounds
>Like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, its true. John Bradford, a Dublin
>University student, was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very
>Dark night and in the midst of a storm. The night was rolling on 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 slowly coming towards him and
>Stopped. John, desperate for shelterand without thinking about it, got
>Into the car and closed the door...only to realise there was nobody
>Behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!! The car started moving
>Slowly. John looked at the road ahead andsaw a curve approaching.
>Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before the
>Car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the
>Wheel. John, paralysed with terror, watched as the hand repeatedly came
>Through the window, but never touched or harmed him. Shortly thereafter
>John saw the lights of a pub appear down theroad, so, gathering
>Strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to it. Wet and out of
>Breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the
>Horrible experience he had just had.
>A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realised he was crying
>And....wasn't drunk. Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people
>
>Walked in from the stormy night. They, like John, were also
>Soaked and out of breath. Looking around, and seeing John Bradford
>Sobbing at the bar, one said to the other... 'Look Paddy.....there's
>That f ..king idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it!!!!'