this is my last one today. happy thanksgiving, guys and gals.
*******THE WISCONSIN GHOST********
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 into 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 nearly to death, had all
he could take and jumped out of the car and ran and ran, into town, into
Stoughton.
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 dripping wet, and one says to the other, "Look, Ole, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in da rain."