The Alabama Ghost
This is too good not to read, especially if you thought ghosts didn't exist!
This happened about a month ago just outside of Birmingham, and while it
sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real. This out of state traveler
was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle
of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so
hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a
car moving slowly,
approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently
crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped into
the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody
behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again
the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think
of jumping out
and running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and,
still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his
life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake
and he would surely drown! But just before the curve a shadowy figure
appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the
steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as
silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again! Paralyzed with fear,
the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally
the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the
car and ran and ran, into town, into Birmingham. Wet and in shock, he went
into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told
everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and
everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth
(and was not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the
other, "Look Bubba, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we wuz pushin it
in da rain.
This happened about a month ago just outside of Birmingham, and while it
sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real. This out of state traveler
was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle
of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so
hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a
car moving slowly,
approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently
crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped into
the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody
behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again
the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think
of jumping out
and running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and,
still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his
life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake
and he would surely drown! But just before the curve a shadowy figure
appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the
steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as
silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again! Paralyzed with fear,
the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally
the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the
car and ran and ran, into town, into Birmingham. Wet and in shock, he went
into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told
everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and
everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth
(and was not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the
other, "Look Bubba, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we wuz pushin it
in da rain.
