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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I immediately thought of THING from the Addams Family.
These things do come with some whacky surprise gifts eh?
I was expecting the car seat to be either made from human skin or to be made from a human body.
Very nice story, intriguing plot, but kind of a disappointing ending. That being said, I know I would have goosebumps If I were driving and I felt squirming in the seat behind my back.
Man, I thought there would be, like a Demon fetus inside the seat, or somethin’ like that. I have to say, the ending was a bit disappointing for me. But, it was also written very well. I’d give it a 6/10
WHO WAS CAR
10/10
good pasta yummy :) so did the previous owner murder someone then stuck the hand in the seat? or did the owner get murdered and the murderer put the owners hand in the seat…hmmm
Predictable pasta is predictable.
if the comments hadn’t spoiled me, my guess would be that was was in the back was some rat or something, but that wouldn’t be scary now would it?
kind of good, but dead body in mattress is better
Sorry mate, I give it a 5/10
Had potential but as soon as I read “lump in seat,” I could piece that with the excessive use of air fresheners.
Predictable, but a good pasta nonetheless.
6/10
I was expecting like writhing maggots on a chunk of decomposing flesh, or something supernatural. The end was kind of a disappointment.
Good beginning, got bland as I chewed.
had potential but then it derp’d. all i could think was “HOW DOES A DEAD HAND MOVE” because really…how does it.
:O okay, yeah, that one freaked me out…
predictable pasta is predictable.
how was it moving? thats way creepy
NOOO THIS ISN’T HOW YOU REWRITE CHRISTINE
YOU HAVE TO LIKE MAKE THE CAR HAUNTED, AND MAKE IT BLARE CARPENTERS SHIT AT RANDOM TIMES AND MAKE THE GUY WHO BOUGHT IT A TOTAL DOUCHE.
…Wait, this isn’t Christine? Oh, shit.
3/10 cause I was expecting the Blob and not a hand
I loved this, but I would have liked to have hear more about why it was there! 7/10
wow, predictable as hell.
1/10
did he died?
THEN WHO WAS CUT OFF HAND?
dun dun dun!
Ewww
I liked this one, it was clearly a homage to the old black and white film (The Crawling Hand), in which a couple are murdered by a loose hand in an old car. Would have been better if the car from the story was an old 1960s classic convertible.
But then, who was the first in-car back massage seat?
Meh, not bad. Not great either. Am I the only one surprised that the “narrator” was a teenager? Something ’bout the prose made me think…middle-aged man….
THEN WHO WAS SALESMAN!???
I was honestly expecting a baby corpse or something…
Hand was disapoint