The scene is a November night on Ilkley Moor near the Cow and Calf rocks in a dank thick fog. Emerging out of the murk is a young fellow dressed in an anorak and hiking boots limping towards us on the road. As he nears we realise that he's had an accident and has damaged his left side, arm and leg. There's blood and dirt on his torn clothes.

He turns away from us to look back. Slowly a car without lights also emerges from the murk toward him. With a sigh he thumbs a lift. The car stops and without thinking this fellow opens the passenger door and gets in securely closing the door behind him. Turning to thank the driver, only then discovering there’s nobody behind the wheel.

The car starts to move forward very slowly. Shortly, through the windscreen he sees that they’re approaching a curve. Petrified he starts praying, begging for his life. He hasn’t come out of shock when, just before the car hits the bend, a hand suddenly appears through the window and moves the steering wheel. Now paralysed in terror, he watches how the hand appears every time the car approaches a curve. Finally, although terrified, this fellow manages to open the door and jump out of the vehicle.

Without looking back, he hurries through the fog all the way on this lonely road to the nearest pub. Soaking wet, bloody, injured, exhausted and in a state of utter shock this pale, visibly shaken fellow, staggers in, makes his way to the bar, and gasps out for a very large brandy.

A man and a lady come forward to help saying that they're from Otley Hospital. The chap's a senior nurse and the lady's a doctor. They sit him down. Opening her bag she gets out some medical bits and pieces. Then both of them start to clean up his wounds. All the other people in that bar by now are crowding round and also offering to help.

Still trembling with fright, he starts stammering about the horrible experience he's just been through with that spooky car with no driver and the mysterious hand that kept appearing. Everyone in the bar listened in silence and became frightened, hearing this eerie story, hairs stood on end when they realised this fellow was really telling the truth because he was in such a state, crying, and he was definitely not drunk!

About half an hour later two obviously local chaps entered both puffing and panting and looking rather wet and exhausted. Declaring loudly that it was a lousy night, now turning from thick fog into heavy rain. Being greeted by the landlady as she handed them their beers she pointed to the crowd over by the fireplace.

Turning to look, sipping their ales one said to the other, "Look 'e ere, my son, there's that idiot who got into our car while we were pushing it!"