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 big
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  out of nowhere through the  window, and turned the wheel.

John, paralyzed with terror, watched as the hand 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 men walked in from the dark and stormy night, 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 idiot that got  in the car
while we were pushing it"