I should have known something wasn't right before I bought the car. The teenage girl I was buying the car from was selling me her 1966 Chevelle Malibu so she could get a Pinto. A PINTO. I didn't care, the car was cool, and I was a teenager in the mid 1980's.
It took a while before my girlfriend and I began to realize something strange was happening in the car. One day while cruising around in the Chevelle, as we often did, my girlfriend told me to stop throwing pennies at her. I told her I hadn't and had no idea what she was talking about. This happened a few times before we realized the pennies were flying from the back seat, the empty back seat, and landing in her lap. Sometimes we could see the pennies flying up with our peripheral vision, sometimes not. Occasionally we wouldn't see anything at all but when she got out of the car pennies would fall off of her lap. Other times there would not be pennies thrown at all but we could feel a presence in the back seat. Creepy.
One of the scariest things I have ever encountered was after I had spent time with my girlfriend at her house and I was driving back home by myself. It was the 80's but I was completely sober at the time. I was driving along jammin' music (probably Metallica) on the new stereo I had just installed in the Chevelle, when the pack of smokes I had resting on the dash slid to the left and fell on the ground. Weird, I thought, as I was driving on a straight road with no hills or anything. I put the smokes back on the dash. It happened again. They slid to the left and fell on the ground. This time when I reached down to pick them up I heard a loud BANG as something scrapped my leg. Wholly S*#@. I had no clue what could have caused either the noise or the leg scrape. But I had an idea WHO could have caused it, I turned down the music thinking maybe my invisible passenger didn't like the music I was playing and I quickly made my way home.
Other little things would occur with the car but nothing as scary as that. Sometimes I would have to work under the hood of the car, tinkering with the carburator and what not when the hood would fall and hit me in the head. These were not weak hood hinges in the least, if you put the hood up, it stayed up nice and strong. Unless I was working on it.
Unfortunately the car was t-boned in an accident and totaled. I didn't save any of the pennies, I wish I would have. I later learned that spirits sometimes communicate through coins, such as leaving coins in places where there were none previously.
I now see why the '66 Chevelle was sold to me to purchase a Pinto. I bet she and my ex-girlfriend will never forget that car, I know I won't.