This happened just outside a little town in Raleigh, Newfoundland, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitch**** tale, it's absolutely true!

Charlie was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night in the middle of a terrible rain storm. There was no moon, it was pitch black, and there were no cars on the road. The storm was so strong Charlie could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car coming toward him and stop. Without thinking about it, Charlie got in the car and closed the door -- and only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel! But by then the car was moving again, so he was afraid to jump out.

Charlie looked at the road and saw the car was approaching a curve. Petrified, he started to pray, begging for his life. He had not come out of shock when, just before the car hit the curve, a hand suddenly appeared through the window and moved the wheel! Charlie, now paralyzed in terror, watched how the hand appeared every time the car was approaching a curve. Finally, although terrified, Charlie managed to open the door and jump out of the spooky car. Without looking back, he ran through the storm all the way to Raleigh.

Soaking wet, exhausted and in a state of utter shock, the pale, visibly shaken guy walked into the Ark Lounge and asked for a double Scotch. Then, still trembling with fright, he started telling everybody in the bar about the terrible experience he just went through with the spooky car with no driver and the mysterious hand that kept appearing. Everyone in the bar listened in silence and became frightened. Listening to this eerie story, their hairs stood on end when they realized Charlie was telling the truth because he was crying and he definitely was not drunk.

As he finished his frightful tale, suddenly the front door opened, and in walked two completely soaked men. They took one look at Charlie and one said to the other, "Hey, look: there's the git who got into the car while we were pushing it!"