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Post by Keira on Sept 13, 2007 7:35:07 GMT -5
So, I'm slightly creeped out this morning. It wasn't even six-thirty when one of my older brothers woke me up to tell me that there was a light on in my Jeep. This confused me, because I hadn't touched my car since about 5:00 yesterday afternoon, and if I had somehow left a light on in the car, it'd surely be dead by now... right? I remember, the very first night I purchased it, I had no idea how the lights worked -- in my old car, the lights would automatically turn off after you left the car, but not in this one -- within an hour and a half, the battery was dead.
Long story short, sure enough the light was on. Car wasn't dead, but as I was walking back to the house in the lightless morning, it occurred to me that light HAD to have come on SOMEHOW between the time I left the Jeep yesterday and the time I turned off the dome light this morning... and I actually went outside to investigate on my own, in the dark. Needless to say I kinda jogged the rest of the way to the door. Lol.
I'm sure there's no reason to think anything fishy happened, but with how many car-related horror stories there are out there... Hmmm.
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Post by Nittanylizard on Sept 13, 2007 19:57:24 GMT -5
That's creepy. Do the lights turn on if somebody pulls at the handle?
A few years ago my mom discovered that there was a bunch of change missing from her van, and she remembered that the night before, the dog was barking at something outside. She doesn't usually lock it until she goes to bed, though. So she called the police the next day, just to make them aware, and they told her that several cars in her area had had things taken. Apparently somebody was going around checking for unlocked cars and stealing money out of them, but was leaving the locked ones alone.
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Post by zevie on Sept 13, 2007 21:54:55 GMT -5
Whoa. That's an awful lot of trouble to go to just for a handful of change. Maybe it's so crazy new long-life lithium battery? You car wouldn't happen to be a Delorean would it Keira?
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Post by Keira on Sept 13, 2007 22:24:43 GMT -5
Nope. It's a brand spankin' new Nascar battery. Two days old. One day old as of yesterday. That may have had something to do with it... I was starting to forget about it actually. And no, it doesn't go on if you pull on the handle. Not unless it opens up, if that's what you meant. Anyway, I'd forgotten about it until my brother came in and said that my dad's SUV had an interior light on, just a little while ago. I made my other brother go and take care of it. Lol.
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Post by Rock on Sept 14, 2007 0:04:45 GMT -5
Okay, this might be terrible, but that story totally cracked me up, because I have definately been there. Okay, not with the light, let me explain.
When I was dating my now husband, he decided to drive all night to come meet me on Friday morning (at the time he was working four 10 hour days and I had a job where I went to work at 5 in the morning.) So, he arrived at my house at 4 in the morning, and crawled into the back seat of my car. When I went out to the car, I was on the phone with him, but still, I ALWAYS check the back seat. Oddly, there was a light in the back seat, and I knew I hadnt left anything there. I promptly told him this, "Um...there is a light in my backseat, and there defiantely shouldnt be." He laughed at me and told me everything was fine. Ha Ha Ha. By this time i was really freaking out, and I was turning back to the house to go get my brother or something. Turns out that it was him in the backseat all along. Needless to say, I was pretty upset at the time. But hey, its funy now.
Anyway, that was way longer than I intended it to be, but just made me laugh. Sorry, its late, Im tired. So have a good night/morning/day.
Rock
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Post by Nittanylizard on Sept 14, 2007 8:14:55 GMT -5
Hahaha, Rock, that's great! What a sense of humor. Thanks for sharing, I got a good laugh out of that.
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Post by anotherillusion on Sept 14, 2007 10:46:18 GMT -5
I've never had anything interesting happen like that, but I'm only just learning to drive, that in itself is an experience though  Another Illusion |
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Post by BlindedxxFalcon on Sept 14, 2007 14:47:04 GMT -5
Oh, how I wish I could add something to this thread...but I'm only 12. Funny stories!
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Post by Tensleep on Sept 14, 2007 16:04:49 GMT -5
The moment I read the title of this thread, it reminded me of a story Liz wrote for Jhonny a couple years ago where the car actually eats Sodapop. Oh, it was funny.
As for my own scary stories, I learned to drive on a busy street where there's pretty much a crash a day and my instructor was pretty drunk at the time. So naturally I am ok with the whole driving bit. So one night we're all watching monster movies at our old place in the city. We had some girls from a few blocks over and basically I was the only one sober by the time it came to drive them home.
So I went out to the car and there was something under it. Now, this was my uncle's Trans Am we were looking after and I was not to touch it, so of course I drove it everywhere. But I was in deep trouble if something was messing with the undercarriage. So I went back up to the house and told my brother this and he was pretty drunk. So he comes out with this baseball bat and me, him, Tag and Cam are all standing around it while Crow is flat on the pavement trying to see what's under the car.
The next thing I know, he's scrambling back yelling that there's a demon under there. Well, I think it was demon. He was yelling in Blackfoot, but hey. So of course we all fall back and a minute later this big, fluffy Cat crawls out from under there. And by big cat, I mean like 35 pounds of fur. So I started laughing while these drunk boys are all pretty well falling over each other to scramble away.
Our dogs at the time - and I think Jane can appreciate this - Trapper and Hawkeye are jumping and barking at the fence while Mrs. Flanagan is yelling out her window for us to shut the hell up before she calls the cops on us, again.
Long story short, those girls never did get driven home, the boys were majorly hung over the next day, and Gramma got a new cat out of the deal. We called him a lot of different names, but my favorite was "Gremlin". All you have to do is mention him and Jhon scowls like no tomorrow.
I know it sounds funny, but imagine if you will my Uncle Bran coming home and finding out something had happened to his baby. Yeah, I thought you would appreciate the horror.
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Post by queenjaneapprxmtly on Sept 14, 2007 16:33:52 GMT -5
Our dogs at the time - and I think Jane can appreciate this - Trapper and Hawkeye are jumping and barking at the fence while Mrs. Flanagan is yelling out her window for us to shut the hell up before she calls the cops on us, again. Saying I love the names of your dogs would be a total understatement, lol. I'm not a dog person in the least, but that's adorable. I found a little black kitten in my backyard back in June (we seem to have a cat farm back there; feral cats come out of nowhere and now we've got four new babies who I've appropriately named John, Paul, George, and Ringo [go figure] and can now successfully tell them apart!) and I named him Trapper, lol. We had to get rid of him but they kept his name. ^_^ Anyway, these are some great stories. I've enjoyed reading them! I've got a couple to share myself. Except they're not really scary, more like humorous. My brother David, for some reason, really likes to distract me sometimes when I'm driving. Which might be why I often prefer driving alone, lol. Anyway, the day I got my license in July, he and I drove over to my aunt Cathy's house to visit (and so I could have an excuse to go somewhere ... you know how it is when you FIRST get your license, lol), and on the way back, he decided to demonstrate something that our friend Jake likes to do in the car, too -- acting like a homie. He got really low in his seat, leaned back far, pretended to reach up for the steering wheel, and then proceeded to beat box, while bouncing up and down in the seat as if the car were moving with a loud bass or something. Let me tell you, it was hysterical. He had me laughing so hard, I felt like I was swerving all over the road -- and I probably was, lol. And then recently, when we were having a garage sale at my grandpa's house, I was going with my aunt Cathy to the bank and David was staying behind, or so we thought. We got out to her Buick, opened the doors, got in, and were just getting situated when who pops up from the floor of the back seat? Why, David, of course. He scared the CRAP out of both of us, but we couldn't stop laughing afterward. I forget the next one I was going to tell but I just remembered something else, lol. When I first got my license, my mom let me have the car that day, and so when I came home and turned onto our street, I remembered that we had just had our driveway re-paved and had to park in the street. So I pulled into the neighbor's driveway in order to turn around, and after I'd backed out far enough, I went to go forward but forgot that the car was still in reverse, slammed on the gas pedal, and went flying backwards. I was so mortified because there was somebody standing in their driveway down the street a ways talking to somebody else. It was terrible, lol. Oh, and you should all try this sometime, it's so much fun -- my friend Amy and I found a new joy. We were driving around town one night, blasting classical music from the speakers. It's absolutely hilarious. Because, think about it ... what two teenage girls are going to drive around on a Friday night listening to classical music, of all things? We were laughing our heads off. ^_^ Okay, this has been long enough. Thanks for letting me share! Ha. :) |
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Post by Nittanylizard on Sept 14, 2007 16:41:48 GMT -5
The moment I read the title of this thread, it reminded me of a story Liz wrote for Jhonny a couple years ago where the car actually eats Sodapop. Oh, it was funny.
Oh my God, Tens, I totally forgot about that story! Hahaha, I should dig it up and post it. Except that it might not make sense to everyone... These are some great stories. Thanks for sharing, everyone! |
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Post by anotherillusion on Sept 14, 2007 16:46:43 GMT -5
I think the sheer number of dodgy drivers encountered and tight spots I've squeezed through in my lessons are a good story in themselves lol.
Plus a flock of birds flew past the car as I did one of my very first turns, it was rather scary.
Another Illusion
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Post by Keira on Sept 15, 2007 12:25:03 GMT -5
I want to read that story! Man, Jhon LOATHED Soda -- he couldn't understand why I liked him so much. Remember that story, The Nine Lives of Stupid Soda? Poor guy. He's only a character, and yet so loathed, lol. But that sounds like a funny story.
Another car story I thought up -- when I was 10 years old, I was at a friend's house helping with a bake sale (I know, sounds so Pleasantville, doesn't it?) and my mom kept calling over there for me to go home. I was having so much fun that I just didn't want to go, so she sent my brother John who was... 17(?) at the time to come pick me up. Except I didn't know this.
We were standing in her front yard and someone grabbed me from behind and threw me over his shoulder. I started freaking out. I had NO idea who had a hold of me, so naturally I started screaming. But everyone else was laughing... and there I was freaked out. No joke, it wasn't until I saw his car that I knew it was him. And then I was humilated exponentially. He wouldn't put me down either until he threw me in the front seat.
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Post by Keira on Oct 10, 2007 1:59:27 GMT -5
At least it wasn't MY car this time!
My oldest brother and I went to the Collective Soul/Emerson Hart concert tonight (which, btw, kicked some major butt. It was SWASOME.) which didn't get out until about 11:00, naturally. We were on the freeway coming home, come about 11:40, when his car made this really funny noise, kinda like it needed to be shifted down a gear... except, it wouldn't shift at all.
Luckily, it was so late that there weren't many people on the freeway, and we had no problem pulling over. We couldn't get it to move anywhere after that, though. It'd go into gear but it wouldn't actually MOVE. We determined it was either the clutch or the transmission that went haywire. Either way, within 10 minutes we had both a highway patrol stop to try and help, and then a truck full of teenage boys. They were really nice, and genuinely wanted to help, but by then we had a tow truck on it's way.
ANYWAY, there was about a half hour wait between those boys stopping for a moment and the truck coming to help. My brother decided he needed to really go to 'take a piss', so he ran off into some trees down the bank... I was texting my cousin for a few minutes at the time, when I realized, '... John's been gone for a while now... and I completely forgot to lock the doors. Ha, watch, this'll be a scene right out of a horror movie.' I was totally messing with myself, and didn't take any of it seriously, but right at that moment I looked up and saw someone standing right outside the driver side door. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and practically launched myself across the seat to lock the door, because I couldn't see who it was. Turned out just to be my brother not having opened the door yet (doing his own texting, apparently) but I'll tell you what... I just about peed my pants.
Then of course there was the whole experience of climbing up into the actual tow truck while he was loading the Jeep. I was shifting over in the seat when the truck gave this lurch forward, and I thought for a moment I might just have found another way to kill myself - moving the truck out into traffic. I honestly thought I had jiggled something and caused the truck to move -- which it DID... only it wasn't me doing it. It again scared the pee nearly out of me. John laughed at me for far too long, and then continued to laugh until the driver got into the truck, where they both laughed. Stupid boys. Lol.
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Post by Nittanylizard on Oct 10, 2007 6:36:39 GMT -5
Keira, you are so funny. That whole story cracked me up.
I'm going to guess transmission, because that's the first thing that popped into my head when you said it stopped shifting.
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