A ghost attacked my Micra!
I've been camping for the weekend, which was unfortunate after reading all the posts for this QotW, but while we were away we got talking about wierd experiences and I remembered the following:

I work in a pub, so naturally often finish quite late at night. If town is particularly busy when I arrive for my shift, I can't park by the pub and instead park in a carpark about 500 yards from the pub, down an alleyway next to the church.

On the night in question I had had to lock up as the boss was away. All went well, I kicked out the dregs at about 12:30am and was done by about 1am.

Now the town I live in is pretty nice ('til the end of July when I move to Reading), lots of old buidings, very low crime, and due to the astronomical house prices, very few chavs etc. So I felt pretty safe walking back to my car.

Off I trotted, down the road and through the alleyway to the car park. There was no-one around, and only a few other cars left parked well away from mine.

I got to my car, unlocked it, got in, locked the doors after me, and then proceeded to faff with Ipod, tabs etc.

I'd been sat in my car about 20 seconds when I felt what I can only describe as an almighty shove on the back of the car. The car actually rocked. I immediately looked in the mirrors, but didn't see anything, I turned and looked all around me, there was no-one around. At this point I was properly scared: I started the car and drove away, stopping only when I got to the exit to have another look around. Nothing.

I honestly have no idea to this day what could have caused that feeling. I hadn't been drinking. The car was parked in the middle of the carpark, away from all other cars, bushes, walls, general places to hide. I hadn't seen another soul on the walk to the car. I'd heard no footsteps either approaching the car or running away.

I even went so far as to drive round to the taxi rank, where there were lots of poeple around, to get out of my car and check the boot.

Looking back, that feeling of the shove on the back of the car is as clear to me now as it was then. Maybe there is some kind of explanation, but I honestly can't think what it might be.

I try not to park there anymore.
(G-Lo, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 20:36, 6 replies)

You nodded off
for about 20 seconds when you got in the car. It was late, you were tired and relaxed as soon as you got into the safety of your car.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 21:17, closed)

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I would say that maybe that was the case, but I'm always totally wired after a shift, sometimes going home and ironing for literally hours, and I know for sure that I'm not the sort of person that finds dark carparks remotely relaxing.

Good guess though!
(G-Lo, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 21:37, closed)

Maybe
the handbrake or clutch slipped slightly when you got in.

Not saying it wasn't something else, but that'd be how i'd try to explain it, anyway.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 23:37, closed)

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"I can't park by the pub and instead park in a carpark about 500 yards from the pub, down an alleyway next to the church."

It was god
he was telling you not to drive such a shit car :)
but yeah you probably nodded off or something for a few seconds
(Freddles, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 2:44, closed)

"Now the town I live in is pretty nice ('til the end of July when I move to Reading)"
When you leave the town'll become less nice?

I have no time for false modesty either...

:)
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 14:19, closed)

No point hiding your light under a bushell
Yep, the 'Twitch will never be the same again once I'm gone.

And don't diss the Micra, its a brill car, it just looks a bit rubbish.
(G-Lo, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:03, closed)