My apartment complex isn’t one of those fancy ones that has assigned parking spaces, but you know how it goes. Even though there aren’t any clear spots that belong to anyone, people sort of fall into routine and take the same spot over and over. I step outside and I know that my neighbor upstairs parks here, the folks across the way are there, and I have my own spot as well. I moved in around May, and have parked in the same spot every day since. I didn’t even think to myself, “What spot might I park in tonight?” I just knew where I was going to park and that was that. So you can imagine the pure shock that hit me when I pulled my car in one night only to see that my spot was OCCUPIED! I let out a cry, wondering what kind of person would do such a thing. Then I noticed, this was an unfamiliar vehicle. We didn’t have any new neighbors, and no one had spoke of buying a new car. This was a car whose origins were shrouded in mystery. Did it just appear out of thin air? I realized I had only been gone a few minutes, and in that time this car just magically appeared in MY spot.

I walked away from the scene, confused and a little concerned. The next day I stepped outside, the damned car still there…almost taunting me. I walked up to it, as I was parked right next to it on this particular morning. A cold chill suddenly came over me, and my legs buckled a bit. I extended my arm out and grabbed hold of my car for balance, back-stepping from the silver and pretty well-maintained curse in front of me. As days went on, the car remained. It did not move. I seriously mean it did not move an inch. It was still parked at the same slightly crooked angle, even developing a cobweb or two. So, I finally getting a good idea for what is going on here.

This is a Ghost Car.

Though I am not a completely unreasonable man, so I take into account the fact that it could be something else. It may not be a Ghost Car, it could very well be a regular car…but with a Ghost Owner.

I was chilled to the bone, taking into consideration the fact that such paranormal goings-on were happening so close to my own home. You really do go through life thinking it will never happen to you, but then one day you pull in only to see a phantasm vehicle (or a regular vehicle owned by a paranormal driver). It changes everything.

A brief glimpse just beyond the bush. A bush that may or may not be a ghost itself.

Nights go by without sleep, and I find myself looking over my shoulder every few minutes. I lay in bed listening, hearing every little sound…wondering if the noise outside is being made by the Ghost Owner of the regular car in my spot. I find myself fighting more with my girlfriend, asking her what she knows about this car. I feel she is holding back information from me. I start to go through her laundry when she isn’t looking, checking for any green slime residue. An affair with the Ghost Owner is now a possibility in my mind. I wouldn’t put it past him. I bet he’s a fucking jerk, stealing a spot then stealing a girl!

I’m shorter on the phone with my friends, and trips over to their houses usually end with me throwing things around. This whole situation is getting to me and I need to get down to the bottom of it. So I finally decided to set out and get down to the bottom of this shit. Is this a Ghost Car, or simply a licensed and (hopefully) insured North Carolina vehicle that just happens to have a ghost for an owner. I did what I had to do, to get this all squared away.

My hand did not pass through the car as I expected it would, yet the car was cold to the touch. I have no explanation for this other than the fact that the Ghost Owner must have just been there, possibly resting his hand on the very same spot. Either that or he was leaning against it, possibly being serviced by another lady in the building who the rat bastard had stolen. He did her good I’m sure, having lived possibly thousands of years I am sure he is now an expert lover. I feel at least a small bit of relief, knowing that I am not having to deal with a ghostly vehicle, but instead an individual.

It has yet to slime me yet. It must have seen my skills with Ghostbusters on the NES

I now wonder how many of the other odd things going on around the house are because of this ghost-man. In the last few days I have:

- Lost my keys.
- Lost a shoe.
- Had an unsteady internet connection.
- Dropped two calls.
- Felt slightly fatigued.
- Saw a six-foot tall ghost and had a lengthy discussion with him about why his own ghost-wife isn’t enough for him anymore.

I guess the mystery may never be solved, and my parking spot may never be claimed by me again. When faced with the paranormal I find that there is nothing I can do to right these wrongs.

I will be pissing in the gas-tank first thing tomorrow.