A cool bit of madness from the pages of Your True Tales.
The Strange Car
It was around 7 p.m. and I was walking from my house to my girlfriend’s house. The sun was still shining and the early evening air was still warm. As I passed the town’s small and pokey police station on the opposite side of the road, I walked by a small, white, old-fashioned car parked up on my side of the road. I didn’t take much notice of this; after all, it wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. The engine was running, which I thought was strange as did not appear to be anybody in the car. Perhaps the driver had popped into the police station or something. . .
. . .
That same old-fashioned car that I had seen earlier was parked up in the exact same spot, opposite the police station. Again, it seemed as though there was no driver present, but we could hear the dull roar of an engine left running. I told my girlfriend that I had seen this car when I was on my way to her house, in the exact same spot, but of course it had not been there later when we walked to mine. She seemed a bit freaked out by this. I wasn’t; to my mind, there is always a rational explanation.
As we passed the car she screamed. She told me that she saw two dark faces with “odd” expressions peering out of the windows, but when I looked, the car was empty. She swore that she had seen two big burly males sat in either seat of the front of the car. I told her that it was her overactive imagination. But, now about 10 yards in front of the car, the headlights flashed on onto our backs and we heard what sounded like muffled shouting coming from within the car. Still, I could see nobody, but then again the brightness of the headlights made it impossible to make anything out. By this point I was freaked out too and we both started running. And I am not a person easily scared by anything. The whole situation was just so… unnatural.
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