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YOOPER GHOST STORY

This happened about a month ago just outside of Ironwood, a little town

in Michigans upper peninsula, 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

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 Tommy, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we

wuz pushin it in da rain."



I know, a bit of a stretch for that punchline, but I couldn't resist...

BabyRider wrote: YOOPER GHOST STORY

This happened about a month ago just outside of Ironwood, a little town

in Michigans upper peninsula, 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

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 Tommy, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we

wuz pushin it in da rain."



I know, a bit of a stretch for that punchline, but I couldn't resist...


The goose bumps were bumping. The supernatural was at work and the end was near. Thanks for a good belly laugh! You know though theire accent and speech patterns are those of our infamous "Newfies". You sure they weren't a pair of Newfies passin' through the state? :yh_rotfl :yh_rotfl :yh_party

kensloft wrote: The goose bumps were bumping. The supernatural was at work and the end was near. Thanks for a good belly laugh! You know though theire accent and speech patterns are those of our infamous "Newfies". You sure they weren't a pair of Newfies passin' through the state? :yh_rotfl :yh_rotfl :yh_party
I'm glad you got a good laugh Ken!! The accent implied is exactly how the people in the U.P. talk!

BabyRider wrote: YOOPER GHOST STORY

This happened about a month ago just outside of Ironwood, a little town

in Michigans upper peninsula, 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

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 Tommy, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we

wuz pushin it in da rain."

I know, a bit of a stretch for that punchline, but I couldn't resist...Loved it BabyRider

BabyRider wrote: I'm glad you got a good laugh Ken!! The accent implied is exactly how the people in the U.P. talk!


Read it again now and I still laughed. Absolutely awesome. The laugh that keeps on giving. :yh_worshp :yh_worshp :yh_worshp

Awww shucks...thanks guys! I love to make ya laugh! :yh_dance

BabyRider wrote: Awww shucks...thanks guys! I love to make ya laugh! :yh_dance


Keep it up.

Delightfully delivered!

koan wrote: Delightfully delivered!


Ain't that the truth!