In the bustling city of Detroit, there lived a man named Tom. Tom was obsessed with cars. From a young age, he had been fascinated by their sleek designs, powerful engines, and the freedom they represented. His garage was a shrine to his obsession, filled with classic cars, tools, and memorabilia.


Tom’s pride and joy was a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, a car he had spent years restoring to perfection. Every weekend, he would polish its chrome, tune its engine, and take it for long drives through the countryside. But as his obsession grew, so did his desire for more. He wanted the rarest, most unique cars, and he was willing to do anything to get them.


One evening, Tom attended a live auction, hoping to find his next prized possession. As he browsed the lots, his eyes fell upon a mysterious car. The description was vague, but the vehicle was stunning—a vintage model with a deep, midnight blue finish and intricate designs etched into its body. It seemed to glow with an otherworldly light.


Auctioneer: “Ladies and gentlemen, our next item is a rare, one-of-a-kind car. Bidding starts at $10,000.”


Tom’s heart raced as the bidding began. He raised his paddle, determined to win. But as the price climbed higher, he found himself in a fierce bidding war with another man, a wealthy collector named Richard.


Tom: “Fifteen thousand!”


Richard: “Twenty thousand!”


Tom: “Twenty-five thousand!”


Richard: “Thirty thousand!”


Despite his best efforts, Tom couldn’t outbid Richard. The gavel came down, and the car was sold to Richard for $35,000. Tom watched in frustration as Richard signed the paperwork and arranged for the car to be delivered to his estate.


Tom: “This isn’t over.”


Determined to have the car, Tom began to stalk Richard. He followed him home, watched his every move, and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. One night, under the cover of darkness, Tom broke into Richard’s garage. The car sat there, gleaming in the moonlight, as if taunting him.


Tom: “Finally, you’re mine.”


As Tom approached the car, he noticed something strange. The air around it seemed to shimmer, and a chill ran down his spine. Ignoring his unease, he opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, and a voice echoed from the dashboard.


Voice: “Do you desire this car more than anything?”


Tom: “Yes, more than anything.”


Voice: “Then you must pay the price.”


Before Tom could react, the car’s doors locked, and the windows fogged up. The engine revved, and the car sped out of the garage, taking control of the wheel. Tom’s screams were drowned out by the roar of the engine as the car drove through the night, heading towards an old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town.


The car came to a stop in front of the mansion, and the engine died. Tom tried to escape, but the doors wouldn’t budge. The voice returned, more sinister than before.


Voice: “You wanted the car. Now you belong to it.”


Tom’s heart pounded as he realized the gravity of his situation. The car’s headlights flickered on, and the engine roared to life once more. The car drove off, dragging Tom along with it, deeper into the darkness.


The next morning, Richard found his garage empty, the car and Tom both gone. He reported the theft to the police, but neither the car nor Tom was ever found. The only clue was a single photograph left behind, showing Tom’s terrified face reflected in the car’s window.