Scary Short Fiction - A Red Car
A red car has been parking off the sidewalk in front of our house for days. It is there around 9 PM and gone by the morning. Our house is located near a business park, so it is not uncommon for cars to park on our street during normal business hours. As I peer through my blinds, I think about how I had never seen this car before. I have also never seen anyone exit from the car after parking.
While, walking out of my house to put the garbage out for pickup I investigate the vehicle to see if anyone was in there. I see a few pizza boxes and empty bottles laying around, but no one is in the car. The car didn’t set off any biological safety sensors, so I walk back to my house and don’t give it another thought.
A week goes by and the car appears at night and is gone in the morning as it usually does. I put out the garbage and decide to check the car once more. This time I find more trash and a blanket in the back seat. My eyes strain trying to see if there is someone lying under the blanket. Maybe there is a figure there. I can’t really tell. A shiver runs up my spine as I think something is moving around in the car. My wife beckons me from the front door. Before I leave, I take one last look in the back of the car. I sense something there in the car. A dark appendage moves close to the window. I lean in closer. What looks like a hand presses up against the window and seems to go through it towards me. One step back sends me falling and staring up at the hand poking through the window. I get back up and run into my house. My heart is pounding, and I rush to my wife and tell her what happened. She doesn’t believe me, but is concerned about that red car consistently parked out on the street.
The next morning comes and the car is gone. My wife and I agree to contact the police if the car returns tonight. 9 PM arrives and the car hasn’t arrived. The tv had been on since we came home and in the center of the screen is the red car on a breaking news report. It had been parked in front of a house for two weeks before someone had called the police to have it investigated. The police on the news push out trash from the car. They motion for someone to bring a yellow body bag over. A dark stiff figure appears in the polices’ hands. It resembled the figure I saw in the back seat of the car on the street. Shivers ran down my spine.
I felt connected to the red car. In my mind it felt as though my interaction with the dark figure caused the car to appear infront of another house leading to the investigation of the car. There was no way I could be sure. The only thing for certain is that the car and its occupant never visited again.
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