John Bradford, a University of Kentucky student, was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a big storm.

The night was horrid, and seemed to drag-on.  Yet still, 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.

John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, 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 bend approaching.  Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.

Then, just before the car hit the bend, 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 it never touched or harmed him.

Shortly thereafter John saw the lights of a tavern appear down the road, so, gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to it.

Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just had.

A silence enveloped the tavern when everybody realized he was crying and… wasn’t drunk.

Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people walked in from the dark and stormy night.

They, like John, were also soaked and out of breath.

Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other…

‘Look, Bubba… there’s that twat that got in the car while we were pushing it!’