One dark foggy night, I was walking alone on a narrow country road when out of the fog appeared a small car moving very slowly and with no sound!
I jumped to the side of the road but as it drew level, it stopped! Through the windows I could see no one no driver, nothing.
I looked closer and then opened the passenger door(I was on that side)and braced myself to climb in.Immediately the car started to move again, just as slowly! I froze, kneeling on the seat clutching its back.
Moments later the car stopped and I almost fell out.As I scrambled to my feet, the ghostly, shambling figure of a man drifted towards me out of the fog and I screamed out “Oh, god, there’s something wrong about this car!”
The shadowy figure stopped.It gasped, and then a voice croaked “I know, I’ve been pushing it for half a mile!”