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Instead of drinking, celebrate with laughter
>Subject: An Irish Ghost Story
>
>AN IRISH GHOST STORY This story happened a while ago in Dublin, and even
>though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.
>
>John Bradford, a Dublin University 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 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. 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
>curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.
>Then, 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.
>Shortly thereafter, John saw the lights of a pub 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 pub 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 Paddy......there's
>that idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it!'
>Subject: An Irish Ghost Story
>
>AN IRISH GHOST STORY This story happened a while ago in Dublin, and even
>though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.
>
>John Bradford, a Dublin University 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 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. 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
>curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.
>Then, 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.
>Shortly thereafter, John saw the lights of a pub 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 pub 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 Paddy......there's
>that idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it!'
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