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, ghostlike, 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
Terrified, the guy watched the hand reappear 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 and a store.
Wet and in shock, he went into the store and with voice quavering, ordered
two bottles of beer, and told the people about his horrible, supernatural
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..."