Wiregrass Seniors Magazine June 2017 JUNE ISSUE | Page 15

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A Hitchcock Cajun Tale
This happened about 6 months ago on
Louisiana Hwy 57 just outside of Dulac,
a little town in the bayou country of Louisiana
and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock
tale, it's real.
An Ohio businessman, Saul Rubins,
abandoned his disabled vehicle on the side of
the road, and attempted to hitchhike. The
night was pitch dark in the middle of a
thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars
went by. It was raining so hard he could
hardly see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly, through the sheets of rain,
he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and
appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and
silently crept toward him and stopped.
Desperately needing a ride, Saul jumped in
the car and closed the door; only then did he
realize that there was no one behind the
wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard
over the rain.
Again the car crept silently forward
and Saul 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 beg for his life; he was sure the ghost
car would go off the road and into the bayou
and he would then drown!
But just before the curve, a shadowy
hand appeared at the driver's window, 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 Saul was alone again.
Paralyzed with fear, Saul watched the
hand reappear every time they reached a
curve.
Finally, scared nearly to death, Saul had all
he could take, jumped out of the car, and ran
to town.
Wet and in shock, he went into
Schmoopy's. Voice quavering, he ordered two
cups of coffee, black, and then told every-
body about his supernatural experience.
The room became silent and everybody
got goose bumps when they realized Saul
was telling the truth (and not just some drunk).
About 30 minutes later two Cajuns,
dripping wet, walked into Schmoopy's and
one says to the other, "Look, Boudreaux,
ders dat idiot what rode in our car when we
wuz pushin' it in the rain.”
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