Ken,

This is great!  It goes to all my Minnesota kin, although, sadly there
apparently is no Wilmar Minnesotta, although there is a Wilmar Street, in
Rolling Stone, MN.

On Thu, Apr 17, 2008 at 11:16 AM, ken barber <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

>  Minnesota Ghost
>
> This happened about a month ago just outside of
> Willmar, a little town in the back country of
> Minnesota, 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 an engine
> to be heard over the rain.
>
> Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was
> terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and
> running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a
> sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he
> started to pray and began begging for his life; he was
> sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a
> nearby lake and he would 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 and ran, into town, into
> Willmar.
>
> 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 was not
> just some drunk).
>
> About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar
> and one says to the other, "Look Ole, ders dat idiot
> that rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in the
> rain."
>
>
>
>
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