Backseat

This story isn't about me, it's about my friend's encounter. My friend Matt was talking to his girlfriend outside of his house at night. Because it was cold out, he decided to sit in his car in the driveway. So he went and sat in the passengers seat. As he was talking to his girlfriend, he glanced into the rearview mirror of his car. What happens next, he swears is true and I believe him. He said he saw an old man in the backseat of his car. He did not recognize him at all, but he tells me he can still remember his face as clear as day. He described him as pale, he had a narrow nose, he was clean shaven, and dark eyes, almost black looking.

So he turned around to look back, but nothing was there. That is when he became frightened and jumped out of the car. He ran into his house. As he looked back into the car while running, he saw the man's face pressed against the glass, staring right at him. So he ran back into his house to tell his parents, who didn't believe him at all. This is where the story gets interesting.

When he went back to look into his car the next morning, the seatbelts in the back were buckled up. He also noticed that the rearview mirror was tilted in a different direction. So he decided to do a little research about his car. He found out that his parents actually bought it from a man they were good friends with. It turns out that the man's father died from a heart attack in the backseat of the very car they purchased.

So Matt asked if they could get a picture of the man's father, and it just so happens that they could. I was actually at his house at the time he saw the picture, and when I saw his eyes meet the photograph, his jaw dropped and eyes widened. I took a look at the photo, and he looked just as Matt had described him. The man in the picture looked exactly the same, down to every last detail. After that picture, his parents fully believed him, although they have kept the car.

Ever since that night, however, he hasn't seen the old man in the mirror again.

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