The other night, I kind of sort of witnessed the weirdest car accident I’ve ever seen. I’m still completely baffled by it.
It was around 2:30 AM, and I had just turned into my apartment complex parking lot. I pulled out my electronic key card and beeped the beepy thing. The gate began creaking open, sludgingly slow. Then from behind me, I heard an approaching screech. It was the kind that can really only mean one thing.
I instantly looked in my rear view mirror, just as a car raced by, easily at double the speed limit. And this is where it starts getting weird.
The car was nearly engulfed in a giant fireworkish display of sparks that it was creating as it flew by, as if it was dragging a giant piece of metal against the asphalt beneath it. It was more than a dragging muffler though. I’m telling you the amount of sparks was insane.
The car disappeared out of sight, and all I heard was a loud POP about one second later. It didn’t sound like it had crashed. It sounded like airbags had deployed or something, but I didn’t hear the crunch of metal I would have expected to hear.
And this is where it gets even weirder.
I immediately backed my car out and flipped a U-turn so that I could drive to the scene of the accident.
In the middle of a downtown intersection less than a block from my home, a black Volkswagen sat parked as if it had spun into position there. As I approached, I saw a darkened figure literally run away from the car and disappear down a side street. I couldn’t see much damage on the vehicle besides a slightly detached rear fender, but sure enough. All the side airbags had been deployed, and I couldn’t see inside the car.
I pulled my own car into the intersection and turned on my hazard lights so that approaching vehicles coming over the hill wouldn’t hit the car which hung partway in their lane.
Two homeless men had come to the corner of the intersection but didn’t enter the street. They just stood and watched. Before I left that night two more came to watch it all unfold. I never saw anyone else, which is kind of weird downtown, no matter the time of night. Nope. I take that back. A security guard for some company pulled up to the intersection, seemed completely uninterested in it, and took off again pretty quickly.
I exited my car and made my way to the front of the stopped vehicle.
It was… empty.
There was nobody in it.
The figure I saw sprinting away from the scene must have been the driver. And whomever it was did not want to be found with that car.
I called the cops, filed a report, they didn’t wanna discuss conspiracy theories with me, bla bla bla. The end.
But it wasn’t the end of my imagination as to what happened that night.
The way I see it, the driver must have been either:
- Wanted by law enforcement
- Under the influence
- A lousy car thief
- A murderer (with a body in the trunk)
- An unfortunate victim of “hit my head so hard I sprint for no reason at full speed syndrome.”
- Always misunderstood as a human, and tired of explaining him/herself.
Oh, it’s true. I came up with all sorts of fun stories surrounding it. But where I’m scratching my head over the whole thing is what happened the moment before the car entered my sight in the rear view mirror, and what happened at the end.
Why the insane amount of sparks?
And why did the airbags deploy when it seemed the car didn’t make hard impact with anything before it came to a stop?
It was weird. So weird.
The cops sent me on my way after I gave my report, so I didn’t get to see what they figured out. And that’s kind of okay since my imagination might make it even better than it actually was.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing