I thought this was all in my head. Coincidence. Paranoia. But I swear, every time I got in my car, I was followed by the exact same car.
First, let me give you some background info.
I lived in a town-house in Melbourne, Australia, not far from the city. I won’t reveal the suburb I was in but there’s a well-known Aussie Rules football club who use a Tiger as their mascot named after this suburb.
My place was located on a narrow one-way street and street parking was your only option, so I parked my car as close to my house as I could. There was also a kitten that seemed to live in the area and was very fond of me.
After injuring my leg badly and to keep the pain levels down, I took oxycodone due and found a more accommodating job which allowed me to work from home, occasionally visiting customers at their office because my head office is US-based and we don’t have an office set up in Melbourne.
Well that covers the background story. So let me explain what happened to me.
As you can see in the featured image of this post, there are many cars. Everywhere. Who knows who they belong to. It’s a busy part of town and Melbourne never sleeps.
I had been in this place for only a few weeks when I began noticing a silver BMW sedan, probably a 3 series, following me while I drove my car.
As soon as I got into my car, I would find the silver BMW in my rear-view mirror following me. Sometimes directly behind me, sometimes a couple of cars behind me, but it was always there.
It didn’t matter what time of the day or night.
The car would follow me shortly after I started driving. I wasn’t exactly where at which point it started following me. I could also never make out the registration plates on the car or see who was driving it because it had very dark windows.
Thankfully, they never followed me down my street so because of this.
Now, I know what you’re thinking at this point. If Melbourne is a city that never sleeps and that I lived in a busy part of town – maybe it was coincidence. I would have agreed with you and wrote it off as such.
About a couple of weeks of this, I started paying attention out as it was affecting me in many ways. I couldn’t sleep and I started having bad dreams because my anxiety had sky-rocketed to all time high.
So one morning, I decided to walk around the neighbouring streets, heading in the direction to where I remember seeing this car follow me from. The little neighbourhood kitten accompanied me.
There were more cars parked down the side of the road and some parking lots, but this road was larger as it was a main road. I must have walked several kilometres and looked at over 4000 cars.
I never found that BMW. So I went back home. Worried. Relieved. I’m not sure exactly how I felt about this.
After a start to another restless night, I became angry. I was frustrated and I was worried. It shouldn’t have affected me as much as it did but I couldn’t sleep. I suffered anxiety as a teenager and was heavily dosed on medication.
I didn’t want to go back there again.
I don’t know what came over me and I would never do what I was about to do if the circumstances were different. But I had to know if this car was indeed following me or if it was just coincidence.
So at 1.30am in the morning, I got in my car and decided to go for a drive. The kitten meowed at me, almost like it knew something was wrong and was begging me to stop. The streets were noticeably quieter as you could imagine at this hour of the morning.
And right on queue, Mr. or Mrs. BMW was behind me. I could make it out clearly as the street lights revealed the silver sedan with dark windows.
It was this time I realised that the BMW never drove with headlights on at night/early hours in the morning. I don’t know how I never noticed it before but seeing it this time connected the dots in my memory and I was able to recall that fact.
So that thing I said I would never do but considering the circumstances were different, would? I did it. I made sure we were in a quieter area with no one around, not far from home.
I locked eyes on the BMW behind me while making sure no one was in front of me. I began to slow down by downshifting my gears. The BMW was unsuspecting and as it continued at pace, I slammed on my breaks.
My car impacted with the BMW. Hard. Adrenalin rushed through my body. My hands were shaking from the impact. I collected my thoughts and tried to come to terms with what had just happened, even though I was the cause of it.
It must have been a few minutes later before I opened my door, breathing deeply to face the car that has been following me for several weeks. I got to my feet and closed my car door.
I turned around and the BMW was GONE!
In shock, I went to the back of my car and saw that my car had not been damaged. There was no impact, no scratches, no dents. The BMW was nowhere to be seen.
It wasn’t in front or me. It hadn’t reversed away. It had simply disappeared into thin air.
What. The. Absolute. Fuck.
I know the feeling of a car accident because I’ve been involved in a couple before. I recognise the thud, the sudden shifting of the vehicle and the whiplash that follows the rush of Adrenalin.
I felt like I couldn’t call the police because I had nothing to report. I had no damage to my car, but I did start to feel the whiplash.
The accident was real. I was sure of it.
Once I collected myself, I returned home, suffering from whiplash, but mostly confused about the events that had just happened. I took a couple of days off and recovered before returning to driving again.
But the next time I drove, the silver BMW was right behind me.
Some months later, I saw a doctor because of being constantly tired. Some blood tests later, I was diagnosed with glandular fever. While receiving my results, the doctor asked me if I had been hallucinating.
I thought it was odd he asked that, so I asked why he asked me that. He told me that oxycodone is a very strong drug derived from opium and is known to cause consumers to hallucinate, sometimes severely.
Concerned, the doctor prescribed me something less hallucinogenic and it has been working. I haven’t seen that BMW again. But the sad part is, I haven’t seen the little kitten either.
I’m not sure if I was imagining the kitten or if something has happened to him or her, but I’m beginning to question what else in my life wasn’t real..