This story happened a while ago in Soweto, and even when it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.

This fisher man had broken down on his way back from a days fishing at "Klip Drift Dam", he stood on the side of the road trying to hitch-hike to the nearest garage, as time went by it turned very dark and a terrible a storm came up from the east. The storm and thunder crashed all around him and still no, cars came past. The storm was now so, strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.

Suddenly he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stop. The guy, without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door, just to realize there's nobody behind the wheel.

The car started slowly. The guy 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. The guy, paralyzed with terror, watched how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve.

The guy, gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to the nearest township. Wet and in shock, he went to a tavern and asked for two shots of Klippies and coke. He then started telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just been through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized the guy was crying and....wasn't drunk.

About half an hour later two guys walked into the same tavern, wet and out of breath. Looking around and seeing the guy who hitched a lift,the one said to the other, "Look, Mfowetu, there's the idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it."