Subject: Louisana Ghost story
This happened about a month a go just outside of Cocodrie, a little
town
in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred
Hitchcock tale, it's real.
This out of state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on
a
real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly
and
no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand
in
front of his face.
Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing
ghostlike
in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.
Wanting a ride real bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the
door;
only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and
no
sound of the engine to be heard over the rain.
Again the car crept slowly forward and guy was terrified, too scared
to
think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was
approaching a sharp curve and, st ill too scared to jump out, he
started
to pray and begging for his life, he was sure the ghost car would go
off
the road and in the bayou, and he would surely drown! But just before
the curve a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand
reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely
around
the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the
window and the hitchhiker was alone again.
Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they
reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he
could
take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.
Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two
shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural
experience.
A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized
the
guy was telling the truth (and not just some drunk.)
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to
the other, "Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when
we
waz pushin it in the rain."
Lee O. - 20 Aug 2006 06:05 GMT
LOL Thanks Harvey.
Reminds me of the story of Senator Howe of Louisiana from back in the
50's.
Seems that Senator Howe was liked well enough to be re-elected to the
seat for four consecutive terms. Toward the end of what came to be his
final term in office, the good senator took quite ill. He was in bed for
several months before finally passing away.
The senator liked the people of his home state so much that in his will
he left a large piece of property to the state. The only provision was
that the land be kept in pristine condition and be made a park for all
the citizens of the state to enjoy.
The good senator's wishes were indeed a command to the state and the
land was declared evermore to be a public park. In fact, the state named
the park after the good senator, it's called Howe's Bayou. :-)
Cheers Lee O.
debbie m - 20 Aug 2006 07:11 GMT
sent this to a friend who has a friend in Louisana
debbie m.
> Subject: Louisana Ghost story
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> we
> waz pushin it in the rain."