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From the files of the discerning and astute Revenoor, about an Irish
ghost story...

This story happened a while ago in Dublin, and even though it sounds
like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.

John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of the
road hitch-hiking 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 him.

Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped. John,
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 running.

The car started moving slowly. 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
through the window, and turned the wheel. John, paralyzed with terror,
watched as the hand came through the window, but never touched or
harmed him.

Shortly thereafter, John 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 John, were also soaked and out of
breath.

Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said
to the other: "Look Paddy ... there's that fooking idiot that got in the
car while we were pushing it!"
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