Minnesota Ghost
This happened about a month ago just outside ofWillmar, a little town in the back country of Minnesota, 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 in 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 Willmar.
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 Ole, ders dat idiot that rode in our
car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
This happened about a month ago just outside ofWillmar, a little town in the back country of Minnesota, 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 in 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 Willmar.
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 Ole, ders dat idiot that rode in our
car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
