This happened a while ago in Brooklyn, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true. Paul, a husband and father of two, was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark night 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. Paul, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door, just to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on! The car started moving slowly. Paul, looked at the road and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.
Then, just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. Paul, paralysed with terror, watched how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve. Paul saw the lights of a bar down the road so, gathering strength, jumped out of the 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 about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized he was crying and.... wasn't drunk. About 15 minutes later, two guys walked into the same pub. They were also wet and out of breath. Looking around and seeing Paul sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, "Look, James. here's the F*#@ing idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it."
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