In my last story, I detailed the experiences I'd had with my 1989 Fairlane, but I didn't include some of the more recent things I've had happen related to the car. So here's the second part:
One night a few weeks ago I was out lapping (essentially the same as what the rest of the world calls cruising), when I saw a police car pull behind me and turn its lights on.
I pulled over, and although I was certain that I hadn't done anything wrong, police here tend to pick on younger drivers a little. When the officer got to my window, he asked me to tell my friends to "Stop mucking around, and get out from where they're hiding. They're only going to make you more trouble." When I told him I'd been driving alone, he didn't believe me at first.
He made me open the boot, and when he realised that I was the only one in the car, he went back to his car and started talking to his partner. He then came back with a breathalyser, laughed and said, "Maybe I need this more than you". Then he asked if I knew any of the history of the car and I explained to him that some of the parts had come off a fatal wreck. He told me that he could have sworn I had people in the back seat, and that when he flicked the lights, one of them had turned around to look. He then sent me on my way.
The strangest thing about this was the fact I hadn't seen any of it. The only thing that had happened that night was that the radio in the Fairlane had changed stations by itself once or twice, but I hadn't seen anything in the back seat.
Tuesday night was the weirdest experience yet though. I was driving back from a friend's place at about 1am after working on another of my cars. Despite being fine when I left his house, as soon as I got into the car I was suddenly chilled to the bone.
After driving for about 20 minutes it got colder and colder inside the car, to the point where I could see my breath. I also felt extremely drained of energy (despite being wide awake just before I got into the car), and decided the safest thing to do was pull over and sleep on the side of the road.
I unpacked the sleeping bag and pillow that I keep in the car when I go out to our house in the country, and laid myself out on the back seat. I dozed off pretty quickly, but something suddenly hit the car. It felt as though the car had been shunted by a truck, and I jumped out of the car expecting to see the rear quarter panels caved in, but it was fine.
The road was empty, and dead quiet. That's when I saw what I can only describe as a shadow-figure slide out of the open door and fly off towards the bush. I was taken aback, slammed the door shut, and decided to wait until daylight to get into the car again. However, the cold got the better of me, and I decided to try and get some rest.
When I got into the car, the atmosphere had completely changed. The inside of the car was boiling hot (I'd had the heater on the entire time since I'd left my friend's place), and instead of feeling drained, I suddenly felt as if I'd just downed two cups of hot coffee.
I drove home without issue, except one funny little glitch: The CD player refused to play anything but the Youth Group song Forever Young (cliché, I know. But hey, at least these boys have taste!). I don't think the shadow figure was one of the guys that hangs around the car though. It was just a cold, cold "entity".
Thanks for reading, guys!