Christmas is coming, the time when people start to stock up on a variety of products, primarily pork. Infected by this mood two young men, quite stalwart and not very bright, decided to get ready for the holiday. They were not keen on going shopping but had a crash on extreme sensations. So they equipped themselves with several guns, started up their jeep and headed straight for the forest. Unfortunately they found no hogs there and - to top it all off - it got very dark and the two lusty fellows were caught in the rain. As they were getting colder and colder, they started to lift oftener the bottle of Scotch whisky, they had prudently prepared in advance.

After some time one of them, soaked to the bones and almost sizzled, took the right decision.

"Hey, man, let's go home. It will get so dark that we will be trapped in the forest."

It was no sooner said than done. The two got into the jeep and it seemed like hell broke loose in the forest, all swallowed by darkness and rain.

The man at the wheel stepped on the gas, the jeep roared, the speedometer stuck to 100 kilometers per hour and then, out of the blue, somebody knocked on the window. Quite at a loss what to do, the driver lowered the window just enough to see what could be this strange knocking and out of the flood emerged the bearded face of an old man.

"Hey, boys, do you have cigarettes?"

Totally freaked out and speechless the man tossed a packet of Davidoff out of the window, shut it up and uttered:

"Oh, man! Did you see that?"

The other man, suddenly sobered down, said:

"I saw it, man, I really did. Come on, step on the gas ‘cause I think we are in real trouble."

The speedometer jumped to 120, the motor roared even louder, and the rain turned as dense as wall when another knocking came on the other window.

The other man turned pale as sheet, but pulled himself together and lowered the window. Guess what he saw!!!The same old bearded man.

"Sorry for interrupting you... Can you give me a light?"

The man tossed his Zippo lighter and uttered in a low voice:

"Let's get away from here, man....."

120, 130, 140 the speedometer pointer jumped, the rain pelted when another knock came on the door.

Scared to death the men lowered the window and saw the ghostly face of the man. He looked them in the eyes and said:

"I was just wondering ... May be I can help you push that car ‘cause otherwise you will be stuck here with the wheels turning round and round forever. "

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