[Humor] Fwd: FW: Irish Ghost Story

John Kater kater.john at gmail.com
Mon Jan 16 14:30:23 HKT 2017


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*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 it 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 fooking idiot that got in the car while we
were*
*​ ​ *
*pushing it!'*
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<div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial narrow,sans-serif;font-size:large"><br></div><div class="gmail_quote">---------- Forwarded message ----------<br><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_quote"><div lang="EN-GB" link="blue" vlink="purple"><div><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif""> <u></u><u></u></span></p><div><span class=""><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif";color:black"> <u></u><u></u></span></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black">You need patience for this!</span><span style="font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:black"><u></u><u></u></span></p></div></div></span><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">IRISH GHOST STORY</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">This story happened a while ago in Dublin , and even though it sounds like</span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.</span></b></p><div><div class="h5"><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">~~~~~~~~~~~~ </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​</div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">big storm.</span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.</span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and it stopped.</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​</div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">the car and closed the door.... Only to realize there was nobody<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​</div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on. The car started moving<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​</div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching.</span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">the car hit the curve, a hand appeared out of nowhere through the<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​</div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">window, and turned the wheel. John, paralyzed with terror, watched<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​ </div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">as the hand came through the window, but never touched or harmed him.</span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">Shortly thereafter, John saw the lights of a pub appear down the road,</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">so, gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to it.. Wet<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​</div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​  </div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">the horrible experience he had just had.<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ </div></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"></span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b><br></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"></span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying...<div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline">​ ​</div></span></b><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">And wasn't drunk.</span></b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif"> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people walked in from the dark</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">and stormy night. They, like John, were also soaked and out of breath.</span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​</b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">the other.... </span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">'Look Paddy....there's that fooking idiot that got in the car while we were</span></b></p><div style="font-family:"arial narrow",sans-serif;font-size:large;display:inline"><b>​ ​ </b></div><b><span style="font-size:36pt;font-family:Chiller">pushing it!'</span></b><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
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