Forwarded from an old classmate — I’m sure this is copyrighted somewhere, but here goes:
This story happened about a month ago in a little town in Mexico, and even if it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it’s real.
This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the middle of a storm. The night was rolling and no car went by; the storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly he sees a car coming towards him and stop.
The guy, without thinking about it, gets in the car and closes the door — just to realize there’s nobody behind the wheel. The car starts slowly, the guy looks at the road and sees a curve coming his way. Scared, he starts to pray, begging for his life. He hasn’t come out of his shock when, just before he hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel.
The guy, paralyzed in terror, watches how the hand appears every time they are before a curve. The guy, gathering strength, gets out of the car and runs to the nearest town.
Wet and in shock, he goes to a cantina and asks for two shots of tequila, and starts telling everybody about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realize the guy is crying and wasn’t drunk.
About half an hour later two guys walked in the same cantina and one said to the other, “Look, Pepe, that’s the idiot that got in the car when we were pushing it.”