This is another true story.
Unfortunately, I am unable to verify any of the details as my amazing granddad sadly passed away along time ago.
But this is a tale he told me when I was in my teens that scared the bejesus out of me …
It takes place sometime during the mid-90’s.
He and my grandma were on holiday, somewhere in Northern Ireland, where she was born.
They had been to some-sort of family get-together and were travelling back to where they were staying. It was early evening time.
They were driving fairly slowly down a country road, when suddenly they see a hitch-hiker in front of them. As memory serves, and I have no-one to substantiate this, it was an old woman. For whatever reason, maybe as they were street-smart Londoner’s who know picking up a hitcher equals being murdered, they chose not to stop for this…