I love a good ghost story.
So a buddy of mine is walking down the road one dark night just outside of New Orleans when a storm blows up. The storm was rolling pretty good and no cars were coming 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. My buddy, desperate to get out of the rain jumped in the car and closed the door, then he realized there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!
The car started moving slowly. He looked at the road and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. He was paralyzed with terror, watching how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve. He saw the lights of a pub down the road so, gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to it.
Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and asked for two shots of tequila. He then started telling everybody about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized he was crying and... wasn't drunk.
About 15 minutes later, two guys walked into the same pub. They were also wet and out of breath.
Looking around and seeing my friend sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, 'Look, man. There's the idiot who got in the car while we were pushing it.
True story