The Car That Never Leaves
I’m hesitant to even write this, but I need to get it out. Maybe it’ll make me feel less crazy if I see it in words.
There’s this car. A black sedan. Nothing special at first glance — just another car. But lately, it’s been everywhere. I know how that sounds. Believe me, I’ve tried to rationalize it a hundred different ways. But no matter where I go, this car shows up.
It started maybe a few weeks ago. I was running errands, the usual mundane stuff. I noticed the car parked outside the grocery store. Didn’t think much of it. Then I saw it again outside the pharmacy. And then at the gas station. Okay, maybe it’s a coincidence. But then it kept happening. Over and over.
I’ve changed my routine, taken different routes, even gone to places I usually avoid just to break the pattern. But it doesn’t matter. The car is always there. It never gets too close, but it’s always within sight. Parked across the street, waiting at the same red light, creeping along a side street just as I pass by.
The worst part? I’ve never seen who’s driving. The windows are tinted too dark to make out a face, and whenever I try to get closer, the car just pulls away — slowly, as if it knows I’m watching.
I’m not imagining this. I can’t be. I know what I saw. But why? Why me? Why this car?
I’m writing this because I don’t know what else to do. If anyone’s reading this and has experienced something similar, please, let me know. Maybe it’s nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me. But what if it’s not?
What if I’m not the only one?
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