This story happened a last Halloween in the Amarillo countryside, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale... it's true. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Brewster, who was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a big storm. The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of h...im. Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped. Frank, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door... only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on. The car started moving slowly. Frank looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared out of nowhere through the window, and turned the wheel. Paralyzed with terror, watched as the hand came through the window, but never touched or harmed him. Shortly thereafter, Frank saw the lights of a pub appear down the road, so, gathering strength; he jumped out of the car and ran to it. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just had. A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying... and wasn't drunk. Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people walked in from the dark and stormy night. They, like Frank, were also soaked and out of breath. Looking around, and seeing Frank crying at the bar, one said to the other... Look Johnny... there's that DAMN Asshole that got in the car while we were pushing it!!!!