Quick story, I don't want to go in to much detail as you may consider me daft.
Four years ago my buddy comes over saying that he believes his car is possessed. This is a friend who has experienced "paranormal" occurrences since he was a wee lad. Well on this particular God forsaken afternoon he's literally scared shitless and refuses to drive his automobile. Hours pass, and we all decide to go grab some grub. Before we depart in my vehicle he asks me to lock up his "haunted" Mitsubishi Eclipse. To ensure that it was indeed locked I uncharacteristically double clutched the handle, all was secured. We grab some Yoshinoya and run in to a transient that gives us some chilling information, "You're riding with the devil."
At this point, I'm finding this quite comical, especially considering that the first car we ended up behind on the road had a license plate that ended with 666. (Sounds like a cheap horror flick aye?) Well we drive back to my plantation and are sent back in our seats by the visualization of his car door being ajar. Did negars capitalize on the car being unattended to get their colorless paws on his unmentionables? Or was this something from another dimension?!?! (Ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh booogawooga, a noise came from the bushes*) At this point I was beside myself. I grabbed the door with Odin as my guide and to my disbelief it opened. WTF?!?! My friend nearly pissed himself and begged me to drive his car home. I ended up parking the car two blocks away as he didn't want it in his sight. 2 days pass and his Aunt asks me if I can park it in front of the house. No biggy, sure. I grab the keys, walk to the vehicle, and sit down. "Hmmm this is odd, why is the seat pushed all the way forward?!?!" Do note that I was the last one in the vehicle and need plenty of leg room (for my cawk). I shrugged it off and start up the baby. [Vroom vroom] I put the pedal to the metal and drive up the hill, turn the son of a bitch around, and drive back towards his residence. Well about half way down the block the fucking brakes give out and now I'm the one who is shitting himself, even moreso since I'm approaching an intersection with traffic coming to the east of me. Now the next line is something straight out of the pages of Michael Landin. As I'm approaching the intersection with no way out of my twisted metal conundrum a bright light illuminates the vehicle and the brakes are restored to order. I wipe the sweat from my brow, pull up to his residence, throw the keys on his table, and implore him to get rid of that death wagon. The End...or is it?!?!
That very same week his Aunt is praying quietly for him at a local church when a strange man appears out of nowhere and puts his hand on her shoulder. She looks up and he tells her, "Don't worry, just don't let him drive for awhile."
Talk about weirdzzzzzzzz. Eh could be all bullshit haha. But that is what I experienced.
*Line in paranthesis added for effect.