Tonight was cold, rainy, and already dark even though it was only 7. One of those gray New England November nights where the whole world just feels tired. The roads were slick with wet leaves and everything outside the windshield looked blurry. ๐
I was taking the backroads across town (the quickest way, but honestly probably the creepiest at night.) Not many streetlights or houses. Just woods and that kind of quiet that makes you notice your heartbeat.๐ชพ๐
Iโm just driving along and all of a sudden this thought pops into my head:๐ง ๐ญ
โWhat if someone is in my back seat right now?โ ๐ช
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My chest dropped. ๐
One hand on the wheel, the other kind of hovering near the overhead light, going back and forth with myself like:
โIf I turn the light on and look, Iโll know.โ
โBut if I turn the light on and something actually is thereโฆ then what?โ ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ
So I didnโt turn it on.
I just kept driving.
Eyes forward.
But checking the rearview every few seconds like clockwork.
(Those quick little glances where you try to pretend youโre not lookingโฆbut you are.) ๐๐
The whole time telling myself:
โJust focus. Youโre fine. Just get there.โ
I made it. โ
And the drive back?
Not a single thought about it.
Like the fear just evaporated. โจ
So now Iโm curiousโฆ. ๐คจ๐ง
Has this ever happened to you?
Tell me your story. ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ