ghost story

Fred Beans (Howard's brother, actual, distinct, separate person) posted this to the all-staff mailing list the other day.  What a taste of home!



This happened about a month ago just outside of Douglas, a little town in North Dakota .~ It sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale.

This out-of-state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a snow storm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was snowing so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.~

Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghost-like in the snow. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine .

Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. He saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake and he would drown!~

But just before the curve, a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again! Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve.~

Finally the hitchhiker, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran and ran until he got into the town of Garrison. Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and, voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience.~

A silence enveloped the room, and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and was not just some drunk.~

About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, 'Look Ole, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in da snow.'


Fred Beans, Head Maintenance.
Ignatius A. Beans Sr. Memorial School Complex.
591 2829 , ext. 2804

Carpe Diem!