The
Kennyboy 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 hardly see 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, Kennyboy got into the car and closed the door, then
realized that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started moving
again.
Kennyboy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out
and running. He saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve. Kennyboy started to pray, begging for his life; he was sure
the ghost car would go off the road and he would plunge to his death, when just
before the curve, a hand appeared thru the window and turned the steering
wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.
Paralyzed with terror, Kennyboy watched the hand reappear every time they reached
a curve. Finally, He gathered his wits and leaped from the car and ran to the
nearest town.
Wet and in shock, he went
into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of tequila, and told
everybody about his horrible, supernatural experience. A silence enveloped
everybody when they realized Kennyboy was apparently
sane and not drunk.
About half an hour later two
guys walked into the same bar. One says to the other, "Look Boudreaux,
that's dat idiot what rode in our car when we was pushin it in the rain."