a true irish ghost story!

[CLAYS TILES]

A True Irish Ghost Story







This story happened a while ago in Dublin, and even though it
sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.

John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of
the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a
storm

The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so
strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he
saw a
car slowly coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for
shelter
and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the
door.
only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the
engine wasn't on!!

The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and


saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his
life.



Then, just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the



window and turned the wheel. John, paralyzed with terror, watched as the




hand repeatedly came through the window, but never touched or harmed
him.

Shortly thereafter John saw the lights of a pub appear down the
road, so, gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to it.
Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody
about the horrible experience he had just had.

A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was
crying and....wasn't drunk.

Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people walked in from
the stormy night. They, like John, were also soaked and out of breath.

Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one
said to the other...'Look Paddy...there's that f***in' idiot that got in

the car while we were pushing it.'!!!!
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

 

[Saltire69]

Brilliant m8. pmsl:lol:

 

[White Room]

You bugger had me going

 

[Yorkie]

Nice one ! :lol:

 

[DHTiling]

Another classic..........:lol:

 

[Droopy]

haha
That reminds me of a wee joke,
Tiger Woods is over in Ireland playing a tourney.
One day, after his round, he decides to go for a drive in his big BMW 4x4 to see the countryside.
After driving for an hour or so, he notices he he needs to fuel up his car.
So he stops at this wee petrol station in the middle of nowhere. You know the kind, family run, and they clean your windscreen and pump the petrol for you.
So he pulls up next to the pump, and a bloke walks over,
"Fill ye up there mister?"
"Yeah, that be great" says Tiger, somewhat surprised the boy doesn't recognise him.
"So, ye here an yer halidays then, Sir?" asks the bloke.
"No, I'm a pro golfer. I'm here for a tournament", Tiger answers.
"Galfer, ye say? Ahhh, Oi've no interest in that, Sir. But good luck tae ye." he grins.
"Thanks very much... Ehh, could I use your restroom before I head back to my Hotel, Sir?" Tiger asks.
"Ahh sure, 'tis over there besoid me Tractor"
As Tiger opens his car door a golf tee falls out at the Irish man's feet.
"There ye go sir, ye drapped yer tingy there." the bloke says, handing the tee to Tiger.
"That's a Tee, it holds my balls when I drive", Tiger tells him.
"Aww ferfuxake!" he exlaims, "BMW think of ever-bloody-ting, don't they?"

 

[CLAYS TILES]

pmsl.......................:lol:

 

[White Room]

Someone tell what pmsl stands for Pleeeeeeese:whatchutalkingabout

 

[CLAYS TILES]

p*** myself laughing!

 

[White Room]

Cheers Clays