Horror Stories ✔

98 - Backseat Driver

I wanted to share one of my experiences on a car ride home alone one night. My family and I are very superstitious people and our minds and energy are open and active.

This took place in my hometown in Canada, in the early morning. I was driving home one Wednesday night after dropping my friend off at her house, it was about 2:15 in the morning.

The city air was quiet and the streets were calm; I passed only a few cars on the ride home. It was so still around me on the road that I decided to throw some music on from my phone.

I plugged it in and started to feel more relaxed with my favourite music playing through the cars speaker.

It was about 10 minutes into my ride home that I felt myself feeling oddly anxious.

I felt as if someone was in the car with me, it made me uncomfortable. I found myself actually looking in my rear-view mirror to see if anyone was in the back seat.

I kept doing this several times as my anxiety rose. I swear on my life that the back seat of my car almost seemed darker than everything around me.

It was late at night with barely any street lights to begin with. So as you can imagine it was pretty dark outside...

My music was still playing as I was driving down the road. I kept telling myself I would be home before I know it and I can jump right out of this car.

It was as this thought hit me that my music shut off completely and static replaced it. Loud, invasive static filled my car. It shocked me completely as I reached for my phone in the dark completely confused.

I hit the pause button on my music app but the static continued and was getting louder and louder, yet I'd never touched the volume since I plugged in my phone.

At this point I was freaking out, I was confused, shocked, scared and still felt like I wasn't alone in my vehicle.

This is when the voice began, to this day I cannot even begin to try and speak what was spoken through my speakers, and to this day I still feel like trying to imitate what was said is dangerous.

A voice started to speak through the speakers in my car over the static.

It sounded like many but it also sounded like one. It was heavy and possessive and filled my car with its words.

It was not English, it was not Latin, I don't even think this language is known to man. I was screaming, pushing the off button repeatedly on my car, pulling the aux cord out of my phone but it didn't stop.

I was checking the back seat, constantly feeling like whatever was in my back seat was going to make itself known physically at any moment.

I couldn't take it... I was searching for places to pull over, running solutions in my mind on what to do.

Then it stopped. It all stopped. The static was gone, the voice (s) were gone and my radio shut off. The car was silent and all I heard was the road and my breathing and I felt was this presence in my back seat.

I pulled over, my car and grabbed my phone to call my mom.

It was who I reached out to anytime I felt something or experienced something, she did the same for me.

I wanted her calming voice on the phone to fill the tight air in my car. As I dialled her number, whatever was in the back seat decided to hit me with every single emotion I could possibly feel.

I was furious, I was happy, I was scared, I was jealous, I felt everything and I bawled and cried. I was shaking, I couldn't control myself.

It was as if for a split second I didn't know who I was and what I was feeling. I jumped out my car and slammed the door.

I stood on the side of the road pacing and trying to gather composure. I held my crucifix and prayed. I finally got a hold of my mom, she met me where I was and saged the car and drove it home herself while I drove the other home.

I now drive with a rosary around my rear-view mirror. But I will never forgot this experience.

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