Javier's Car is POSSESSED!

The door locks operate by themselves, there’s a faint image of a female face that keeps appearing in the haze of the windshield, the radio comes on under its own volition to a Spanish language channel, the battery died, the CD player keeps on spitting out CDs of strange garbled noise even though Javier is not putting any in, a door handle came off in my hand, the engine hesitates and sputters each time we pass Crab Hole Liquors and Javier thought he saw someone sitting in the driver’s seat one night when he woke up dreaming.

 

Mr. S, who sold it to Javier said the car was his wife’s and they didn’t have a need for it anymore. On the three occasions that we met with Mr. S at his house, there was no sign of a Mrs. S. We theorize that Mr. S actually murdered his wife in the car by carbon monoxide poisoning. He then disposed of the body at Devil’s Bridge where the sharks took care of the evidence and then sold the car to an unsuspecting Spaniard.  Mrs. S’s restless spirit is still in the Kia Rio trying to find peace.  Javier is looking for a priest or, at least, a devout mechanic to perform an exorcism.   PS. If you look closely at the picture, you can see that the car is levitating a half inch or so off the ground!