This happened in a little town, Lark Harbour, in Newfoundland and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it’s absolutely true.
This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night when the fog rolled in off the mountain, and no cars were on the road. The fog was so thick, the guy could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car come toward him and stop. The guy, without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door and only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel!
The car started to move very slowly. The guy looked at the road and saw a curve coming his way. Petrified, he started to pray, begging for his life. He had not come out of shock when, just before the car hit the curve, a hand suddenly appeared through the window and moved the steering wheel. The guy, now paralyzed in terror, watched how the hand appeared every time the car was approaching a curve.Finally, although terrified, the guy managed to open the door and jump out of the spooky car. Without looking back, the guy ran through the fog all the way to the nearest town.
Exhausted and in a state of utter shock the pale, visibly shaken guy, walked into a nearby bar and asked for two shots of Newfie Screech. Then, still trembling with fright, he started telling everybody in the bar about the horrible experience he just went through with the spooky car with no driver and the mysterious hand that kept appearing.
Everyone in the bar listed in silence and became frightened, listening to this eerie story, hairs stood on end when they realized the guy was telling the truth because he was crying and he definitely was not drunk!
About half an hour later two guys walked into the same bar and one said to the other, “Lard Thundern Jasus, me son, there’s the arsehole who got into the car while we were pushing it!”