This story happened a few years ago on 31st October
in Brisbane, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's
true.
John Bradford, a Sydney University student, was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark Halloween night and in the midst of
a 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 in the car and closed the door, just to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't
on!
The car started moving slowly. John 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. John, paralysed with terror,
watched how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve. John 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 John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, 'Look, Bruce. There's
the idiot
who got in the car while we were pushing it.
Shelagh was happy, it was Halloween and she was in love. This evening she would see Jack and they were
going to Reading to watch a movie that she particularly wanted to see. As she considered what to wear she hummed along to the music on her radio. The news presenter cut in to issue a news flash that a serial
killer had escaped from the nearby Broadmoor Mental Hospital. The presenter described the man as deranged with only one hand as the other had been replaced with a hook. He was not to be approached as he was
classified as very dangerous.
Shelagh took little notice of the newsflash as she sang to the next tune being played. She showered and dressed in her most fetching outfit for the evening out.
Jack arrived
in his new [to him] Lexus and they set off from Crowthorne to see the film. The movie proved to be excellent and on the way home Jack pulled into a quiet lane near Easthampstead for a kiss and a cuddle while
listening to the romantic songs played on his digital radio.
As had happened earlier the programme was interrupted by a news flash which stated that the killer was still at large and had not been taken into
custody. Jack appeared not to hear the news and carried on canoodling. Shelagh was now scared as Easthampstead is rather like the back of beyond and the night was pitch dark with no moon. She asked Jack to take
her home. Jack preferred to stay in the romantic situation in which he found himself and for some little while they argued about the 'hook man'.
Just then, the car rocked and there was a loud noise. Shelagh
screamed at Jack to drive on and he seemed oblivious to the earlier movement. She shouted again and, Jack, with a scowl, raced off into the night.
At her home, near Crowthorne, Jack got out to open Shelagh’s
door as he thought that would impress her and let her know that he was not angry with her after their cross words.
He walked round the Lexus and stared fixedly at something on the side of the car, his mouth
gaped and moving soundlessly. Shelagh, concerned, rolled down her window and shrieked at what she saw.
There, on the door handle, right next to where she had been sitting hung, a hook.
Because of a guest, we have a confirmed ghost story. My
husband and I both experienced the same "feeling" and vision while outside working the orchard and blueberries -- the funny part is I didn't tell him about it when it happened (mine happened first and I didn't
tell him, then his occurred some months later and he came in and told me).
My husband came in one day (about a month or so after I had my experience) and told me of his experience. Same man, same "watchful"
feeling. We both "saw" this figure in our side vision -- a man watching us as we worked.
It also was a "feeling" of this voice telling us where to prune, how to do the job we were doing.
A "guiding
spirit," we call him.
We found out later that it was Old Man Simon. How did we find out? We described this man to a guest (a relative of the Brewsters, who owned the property before us) that brought
pictures of Simon. She showed us the picture only after we described him. It was one of the original owners of this 260-year-old home!
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