John 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 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.
Desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, he got into the car and closed the door, only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on. The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching. Terrified, he started to pray, begging for his life. 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.
A few minutes later, John noticed the lights of a pub down the road, so he jumped out of the car and ran to it as fast as he could, never even looking back. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and told everybody about the horrible experience he had just had. A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying and sober.
Suddenly, the pub doors opened, and two soaking wet men walked in. They spotted John sobbing at the bar.
"Look, Paddy," one said to the other. It's that feckin' idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it!"
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