I was downstairs watching a movie with my friend when we hear a car horn/alarm sounding. It’s distant and soft, so we think it’s a part of the movie. For about a minute we say “okay, that’s the background of the movie.” Then the scene changes and the car horn’s still going.
Suddenly I hear my dad upstairs running quickly across the floor in the direction of the garage.
I pause the movie and rush upstairs: the car horn gets louder. I follow my dad into the garage…
…it’s my car horn, still going.
I cover my ears while my dad gets inside the car and starts pressing the horn on the steering wheel. Nothing happens! I get the keys and throw them to my dad, who turns on the car. He hits the windshield wipers, the turn signal, the lights, but the blasted thing keeps going!
Finally, after about three minutes of constant HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK
it cuts off for apparently no reason whatsoever.
We opened the car hood: nothing. No frayed cables, no musk rat blown to shit by chewing on an exposed wire. The car was in the garage and the garage door was closed. The only other door into the garage is barricaded by GarageJunk™, so it wasn’t a burglar trying to steal my car (and if it was, you’d think they would have went after my friend’s car in the driveway). Hell, it’s a 1994 Buick Regal, it doesn’t even HAVE a car alarm.
My professional opinion: my car was possessed.
Does anybody have the Ghostbusters’ phone number?
