It’s a bad night for hitchhiking. The rain is coming down so hard it’s difficult to see. No cars coming by for at least a half hour. Wait! Here comes something. There’re no headlights but the parking lights are on.

The car slows down a little. Lenny doesn’t wait for an invitation. He opens the door and jumps in. "Thank goodness for you, mister, I was beginning to lose hope," says Lenny. "It’s a wicked night out there."

Then Lenny looks toward the driver—but there is no driver! The car seems to be driving itself. Lenny freezes. For a moment he thinks he’s died and gone to hell.

Shivering, Lenny is filled with fear as the car approaches a curve, apparently failing to follow the road.

"I’m too young to die," Lenny is thinking. Suddenly a hand appears through the window and turns the wheel, guiding the car around the curve. Now paralyzed with fear, Lenny begins to whimper and cry.

The car approaches another curve and again a hand guides the driverless car around the curve.

Lenny prays and prays for the strength to break free of the bedeviled vehicle. Gathering up all the courage he can muster, Lenny opens the door and jumps out of the ghost vehicle.

He runs and he runs, farther than he thought possible. Soon, there’s a light up ahead. "I hope they’ve got humans there," Lenny muses.

It’s Red’s Bar & Grill. Lenny staggers inside, so happy to see lights and living people. The place is warm and dry. Lenny orders a shot and a beer and cries as he begins downing the drinks.

The bartender and nearby bar patrons assume Lenny is drunk—crying like that as he finishes his drinks.

Then, two men walk into the bar. The tall man says to the short man, "Harry. That guy at the bar—the one crying in his beer—ain’t he the one that jumped into our car while we was pushing it?"