Pronounced Boo-droe and Tib-a-doe for you Northerners.
This story happened about a month ago in a little town
in Louisiana, and even when it sounds like an Alfred
Hitchcock tale it's real. This guy was on the side of
the road hitch hiking on a very dark night in the
middle of a storm. The night passed slowly and no cars
went by. The storm was so strong he could see hardly a
few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly he saw a car slowly looming, ghostlike, out
of the gloom. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.
Reflexively, the guy gets into the car and closes the
door, then realized that there was nobody behind the
wheel. The car slowly starts moving again.
The guy is terrified, too scared to think of jumping
out and running. The guy sees that the car is slowly
approaching a sharp curve. The guy starts to pray,
begging for his life, sure the ghost car will go off
the road and he will plunge to his death when, just
before the curve, a hand appears thru the window and
turns the steering wheel, guiding the car safely
around
the bend.
Paralyzed with terror, the guy watches the hand
reappear every time they reach a curve. Finally, the
guy gathers his wits and leaps from the car, and runs
to the nearest town.
Wet and in shock, he goes to a bar and, voice
quavering, orders two shots of tequila, and tells
everybody about his horrible, supernatural experience.
A silence envelopes everybody when they realize the
guy is apparently sane and not drunk.
Then, from the other end of the bar, a voice exclaims:
"Boudreaux, that's the idiot that rode in our car when
we were pushing it!!"


This story happened about a month ago in a little town
in Louisiana, and even when it sounds like an Alfred
Hitchcock tale it's real. This guy was on the side of
the road hitch hiking on a very dark night in the
middle of a storm. The night passed slowly and no cars
went by. The storm was so strong he could see hardly a
few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly he saw a car slowly looming, ghostlike, out
of the gloom. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.
Reflexively, the guy gets into the car and closes the
door, then realized that there was nobody behind the
wheel. The car slowly starts moving again.
The guy is terrified, too scared to think of jumping
out and running. The guy sees that the car is slowly
approaching a sharp curve. The guy starts to pray,
begging for his life, sure the ghost car will go off
the road and he will plunge to his death when, just
before the curve, a hand appears thru the window and
turns the steering wheel, guiding the car safely
around
the bend.
Paralyzed with terror, the guy watches the hand
reappear every time they reach a curve. Finally, the
guy gathers his wits and leaps from the car, and runs
to the nearest town.
Wet and in shock, he goes to a bar and, voice
quavering, orders two shots of tequila, and tells
everybody about his horrible, supernatural experience.
A silence envelopes everybody when they realize the
guy is apparently sane and not drunk.
Then, from the other end of the bar, a voice exclaims:
"Boudreaux, that's the idiot that rode in our car when
we were pushing it!!"