This story happened a few months ago along the Tagaytay Road.
There was a guy who got left behind by a pack of mountain bikers.
The group was large and he didn't bring a cellphone.
He crashed his bike somewhere between Picnic
Grove and DBP.
To make things worse, a storm came in.
So he walked.
This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark
night in the middle of a storm.
The night passed slowly and no cars went by.
The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few
meters ahead of him.
Suddenly, just before the junction going to Manila, he saw
a car slowly looming, ghost like, out of the gloom.
It slowly crept toward him and stopped.
It was raining hard, wind blowing all around you,
what would you do?
Like you would, he got into the car and closed the door,
then realized that there was nobody inside the car.... even in the drivers seat.
The car slowly started moving again.
The guy was terrified, too scared to think of
jumping out and running.
The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve.
The guy started to pray,
begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off
the road and he would plunge to his death,
when just before the curve, a hand appeared through the window
and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely
around the bend.
Terrified, the guy watched the hand re appear every time they
reached a curve.
Finally, the guy gathered his wits and leaped from the car
and ran to the nearest place where there were houses.
Wet and in shock, he went into a store and voice quavering, ordered two
bottles of beer, and told the people about his horrible, super natural experience.
A silence enveloped everybody when they realized the guy
was apparently sane and not drunk.
About half an hour later two guys walked into the same store.
One said to the other....... ...
"Yan! Yan yung tarantadong sumakay habang nagtutulak tayo "