Hazards in Buying a Used Car
A 1998 powder blue Ford Taurus isn’t anyone’s choice for a vehicle, but it was what I ended up choosing at the lot. It wasn’t a bad car; not too many miles, recently replaced tires, and it was cheap. My only real complaint is that the previous owner had seriously gone overboard with air fresheners; the whole interior reeked of vanilla and pine. The dealer, real nice guy, said he was cutting me a deal. Told me that they were having trouble moving this one off the lot, explained that no one seemed to be interested. I guess I’m less picky than average, because the car looked fine to me, so a check and a handshake later I was driving home. That’s when the strangeness started.
I hadn’t noticed it during the complimentary test drive I had been given, but there was a lump in the padding of the seat, right in the small of my back. It wasn’t enough to make driving uncomfortable, so I assumed the foam was coming loose under the fabric and let it go. The car was a decade old, after all. For about two weeks I drove the car like that, to and from work, picking up groceries and stuff like that. The lump was pushed to the back of my mind, and I had pretty much gotten used to it. Then it moved.
At first I thought I was imagining things; foam padding doesn’t squirm around, obviously, and it had just been the slightest feeling on my back that set me off. But no, as I kept driving it became clear that the seat had shifted, it definitely felt different against my spine. At this point I thought maybe this is what was wrong initially with the seat; that maybe the loose foam had shifted when I first got the car. Once I got home, I decided, I would examine it in more detail.
By the time I got into my driveway the lump was downright irritating, so I hopped out of my seat and began to probe the fabric with my fingers. Whatever was in there, I quickly noticed, it wasn’t foam padding. The consistency was thicker than foam, almost gelatinous, and there was hard pieces inside it that felt almost like stone. I couldn’t make it out at the time, but the shape of the thing was familiar, too. Confirming my suspicions, I also noted for the first time a long seam in the seat that someone had stitched up. The previous owner must have stuck something in there. I hopped back in to take the car to the dealer and complain. This is the sort of thing a salesman should tell you, you know? Maybe they just didn’t know about it; I hadn’t seen it at first, either.
I was about halfway to the dealership when the thing in the seat began writhing around. Not a shift like before, but actively crawling underneath the fabric. If you can imagine the feeling of something worming its way across your lower back, you can probably replicate my reaction. The number on the speedometer doubled.
I nearly ruined those recently replaced tires swerving into the dealership parking lot. It didn’t take long to find the man who had sold me the car, and even less time to grab him by the shirt sleeve and stammer out what had happened. He was surprised by my story but strangely receptive (more than I would be if some punk teenager started rambling about squirming car seats), and came back with me to the car, pulling out a pocket utility knife as we walked. As we cut the fabric of the seat open, the stench that spewed out almost literally knocked us back out of the car, but what we smelled didn’t make either of our stomachs turn nearly as bad as what we saw.
Inside the seat, under the fabric, we found a half-rotten human hand.
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Credited to Tekkactus.
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hand shuldve been spiders, snake, basicaly anything other than a hand. and lolz who w4z phone, it sounds like tht after u mentioned it
THEN WHO WAS ARM?!
This pasta gives me another reason to hate Ford.
Am I the only one who was expecting it to be a cock?
i ruined the story for me by mistaking “hand” with “head” and having to read this again. not bad. i couldn’t see the ending coming, and i’m glad there was no “CAR SELLER FROM HELL” unoriginal twist in the ending.
Ew. :o
What a nice back-scratcher.
besides being predictable it was fine ^_^ good work. and @ Shelleh maybe it was a rather ‘plump’ hand from a rather ‘plump’ person? XD
Saw that coming from the title alone. It’s just the Death Car urban legend with 10% more zombie hand. Boring.
I thought it said human HEAD. It was slightly more interesting.
That’s it? A hand? I was expecting a heart or something more creepy.
BTW, hands are not gelatinous.
well, the air fresheners clearly gave it away. pretty disappointing, if you ask me.
and lol OHGODCOCKROACHESTHEYREALLOVERGETEMOFF
Good story, a lot of suspense, but the ending was very disappointing….it ruined the whole story D:…..pretty uncreative….
Pretty good story, creepy but mysterious. :)
was okay but the ending kind of made it seem a bit childish for me
Thing, from the Adams Family?
Would’ve been a lot better if the car had only been on the lot for a couple days and the insides of the seat had been a person, still alive, trapped inside the seat.
Noooo, it had so much potential to expand into a number of things. Why did it just have to end at a rotten hand? In fact, why did it even have to be a hand?
It was a little predictable at the beginning but I was hoping that it would develop into something even tastier than what i was anticipating ]:
The ending killed it though.
is this a joke?
…I for one, am wondering how a half-rotted hand could move. Or maybe I’m misunderstanding, and author meant it was just moving around in the foam like it was squirming.
I agree this is pretty old school and predictable. Still, not badly written.
Anyone who has seen Se7en probably knew what was going on since the air fresheners were mentioned.
Not bad….tasty pasta…it’s been done before with other body parts….very descriptive
It was pretty predictable, as it was said before, but it was still good. Sometimes stories don’t need to have a crazy twist to be creepy. I mean, seriously, buying a car and finding a rotting limb sewn into the seat? It’s the stuff of nightmares – because it could really happen.
wat.
wouldn’t the car dealer of noticed the lump?
and wouldn’t he of noticed the seam as well?
and why would you put the hand in a car?
couldn’t you just track back to who had the car first and arrest his ass?
and who was phone?
i like this, it’s pretty old school. seems like something they would put it those “scary stories to tell in the dark” books in elementary school.
Awesome! Also WORST MASSAGE CHAIR EVER.
I love this. It reminds me of scary stories, like the hook and such.
that’s what you get for buying a ford
I think I’ll go read Christine instead.
It was an OK pasta but I knew right away that it had something to do with a disposed body right after the air fresheners were mentioned. May order again.