[Dr. Sivana]

I don't believe I ever had a car that was possessed, but I did have one eerie experience with my 1966 Dodge Dart in 1993. I had bought a badly vandalized fixer-upper from HUD in the decaying urban area of Meriden, Connecticut. I was driving with my then girlfriend well north of Meriden on Interstate 91. The car seemed fine, but it died on the highway. As luck would have it, a truck from a Ford/Lincoln/Mercury dealership Wallingford (farther south of Meriden) pulled over, and the older driver offered us a ride back to Meriden. He even offered to take me back to my house, even though it was a bit off the highway. When I pointed out the location, he stammered and said, "Th-that house? That was my son's house when he died."

I knew the previous owner of the house had died in a motorcycle accident. There was also evidence of numerous keg parties during that period. The odds of a man whose son had owned the house by chance picking up a stranded driver in a completely different city is close to zero.

Anyway, I wound up lighting candles for the soul of the poor departed motorcyclist and kept him in prayers.

And my '66 Dart? It picked THAT time for the fuel gauge to get stuck at one-quarter tank, it simply ran out of gas. I brought back a can, filled it up, and continued with my day.

[Army Air Corps]

Yeah, the probabilities of that happening are slimmer than me marrying an Italian supermodel and hitting the Powerball jackpot two times in a row.

[Jamestown1630]

I think they call that ‘synchronicity’; and there’s supposed to be meaning in it beyond the obvious ‘coincidence’...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity