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He took off down the mile-long track and the music seemed to get softer under the engine, almost to the point that he couldn't hear it, except for the beat. The Z was flying down the track at an insane speed, but not fast enough that it would instantly be called a mod online, so it was looking really good.
The car passed the quarter-mile point, and it was the fastest
He thought all of this was weird, and when he tried to move his car, it wouldn't move. He knew he didn't put damage on, so something was definitely going on. He tried to turn the wheel, but the wheels didn't react. He couldn't see the driver because the windows were tinted and the view was locked in third person, so he
The song continued to play, getting softer until it hit an odd note, then stopped and the game quit to the main menu. Thinking this was really weird, he checked his garage and saw that the Z was there, but it wasn't repaired and was still crumpled up like before, and the eerie music was still playing. That was the point he decided to shut off the game, because what was going on was insanely sketching him out, not to mention somebody could be hacking his stuff through the car he bought, and he'd seen enough Creepypastas to know where this is going. He decided to go on the forums to see if anybody knew about this crazy thing.
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"What car was it?"
The thread went silent for thirty minutes, before another member said, "
Freaked out by this, the man decided his safety was more important than some car
"It's a blue Fairlady Z 1969."
The thread exploded with posts saying, "Don't drive in real life!" and, "He got the devil Z!" Confused, he asked why he
Freaked out completely now, he thanked the members for telling him, then went upstairs to go to bed. He wasn't an easily scared man, but he trusted the people on the forum enough to be really creeped out. In the morning, his wife had already left for her work.
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Wondering why she left so early, he looked at his clock and noticed he was late. He knew he couldn't pull off getting out of work because some people on a forum told him that he can't drive, plus he'd used up all his sick days, meaning he would have to go to a doctor who would obviously say he's not sick. He was one late day from being fired, and he couldn't afford to lose his job over this, so he reluctantly got in his car, as walking, waiting for a cab and a bus would be too slow.
He began to pull out of his driveway, sweating like mad. He pulled up to a light, and paranoia was making him tense. As he drove, he began to feel a bit better, as nothing weird was happening. He was making good time, but he knew he'd have to go faster to get there in time. He popped on the highway, and it was empty. He knew he could speed up, with the lack of traffic, so he floored his BMW M3. He was making good time, and his car was going very fast. It might be the fastest
As he finished that thought, he knew exactly what was going to happen: The radio turned on by itself, and the eerie song began to play. He tried to slam the brakes, but the brakes weren't reacting. He felt the wheel turn to the left, and he slammed into the guardrail, flipped twice, and then landed on the other side of the road.
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