In the absence of anything of note to report, heres a spooky tale, forwarded to me by the Plastic Taff…
This happened a while ago in Dublin…
John Bradford, a Dublin University student, 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 he had given up hope of a lift. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him and he didn’t even hear the car pull up alongside him. John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door, only to find there was nobody behind the wheel.
The car started moving eerily. Paralysed with fear, John 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 and turned the wheel. John, still unable to move, watched as the hand came into the car but never touched or harmed him.
Then John saw the lights of a pub appear and, 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 realised he was crying and….wasn’t drunk.
Suddenly, the door opened and two hooded figures burst in from the stormy night. They, like John, were soaked and out of breath. Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one shouts across:
“Oihh, youse, ya lazy eedjut ! You might have helped us push the fookin’ car!”