A Ghost Story

This story happened a few months ago along the
Tagaytay Road. There was a guy who got left behind by
a pack of mountain bikers. The group was large and he
didn't bring a cellphone. He crashed his bike somewhere
between Picnic Grove and DBP. To make things worse,
a storm came in. So he walked.

This guy was on the side of the road hitch-hiking on a
very dark night in the middle of a storm. The night
passed slowly and no cars went by. The storm was so
strong he could hardly see a few meters ahead of him.

Suddenly, just before the junction going to Manila , he
saw a car slowly looming, ghostlike, out of the gloom.
It slowly crept toward him and stopped. It was raining
hard, wind blowing all around you, what would you do?
Like you would, he got into the car and closed the door,
then realized that there was nobody inside the car...
even in the driver's seat.

The car slowly started moving again. The guy was
terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.
The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a
sharp curve. The guy started to pray, begging for his life;
he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and he
would plunge to his death, when just before the curve, a
hand appeared through the window and turned the
steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.

Terrified, the guy watched the hand reappear every time
they reached a curve. Finally, the guy gathered his wits
and leaped from the car and ran to the nearest place
where there were houses.

Wet and in shock, he went into a store and voice
quavering, ordered two bottles of beer, and told the
people about his horrible, supernatural experience. A
silence enveloped everybody when they realized the guy
was apparently sane and not drunk.

About half an hour later two guys walked into the same
store

One said to the other..........

"Yan! Yan yung tarantadong sumakay habang
nagtutulak tayo..." (That's him! That's the fool who
got in the car while we were pushing it!)