It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon at the edge of the village, where sunshine filtered through the trees and birds chirped their cheerful tunes. CUTIS, the clever and caring farmer known for looking after baby animals, had taken his adopted baby monkey, Miko, for a walk. The pair were inseparable—wherever CUTIS went, Miko would follow, either trotting beside him or riding on his shoulder, full of curiosity and innocence.
CUTIS carried a small basket of fruit, hoping to share a simple snack with Miko under the big tamarind tree by the dusty roadside. They laughed and played, Miko attempting to peel a banana with his tiny hands while CUTIS smiled warmly, proud of how smart and active the baby monkey had become.
But what started as a joyful day quickly turned into a terrifying nightmare.
In the distance, the sudden roar of an engine shattered the calm. A rusty, dark-colored car sped around the bend of the narrow road, wheels kicking up a cloud of dust and pebbles. The engine sounded strained, erratic—as if the vehicle had no one behind the wheel.
CUTIS stood up immediately, eyes squinting into the sun to see the source of the sound. What he saw made his heart drop.
The car wasn’t just speeding—it was out of control. It swerved violently from side to side, tires screeching as it clipped the edge of the roadside bushes. Something was terribly wrong. CUTIS scanned the horizon, but he couldn’t see a driver. It was like the car had a mind of its own.
“MIKO! Run!” CUTIS yelled, throwing the fruit basket aside.
Miko froze, wide-eyed and trembling. The monkey had never seen such a thing. The car was now barreling directly toward them, its bumper bouncing with every pothole, getting closer and closer by the second.
CUTIS sprinted forward and scooped Miko up just in time, cradling him to his chest as he dove off the side of the road into a patch of tall grass. The car zoomed past them with a deafening roar, missing them by mere inches. But it didn’t stop—it kept going, made a wild loop near the village square, and then turned back.
CUTIS looked up, gasping for breath, and his heart nearly stopped. The car was coming back—this time straight at them again.
“It’s like it’s… chasing us,” he whispered, confused and alarmed.
Holding Miko tightly, he ran toward a nearby cluster of trees, hoping to use them for cover. The car, to his horror, swerved to follow. It hit a large rock but bounced back onto the path with eerie determination. Sparks flew from the undercarriage. It was no accident—the car was behaving like it was alive.
Villagers had started to take notice. An old woman screamed as the car careened toward a chicken coop, scattering hens in all directions. Children were ushered inside homes, and some of the men began shouting and waving their arms, trying to stop the rampaging vehicle. But nothing worked.
Meanwhile, CUTIS was dodging trees, ducking under branches, doing everything he could to protect Miko. Thorns scratched his arms, sweat dripped into his eyes, but he didn’t stop. All he could think of was keeping the baby monkey safe.
Finally, he spotted the old abandoned well near the back of the forest—built with stone and surrounded by heavy wooden beams. It was sturdy, and more importantly, it had a narrow entry that no car could follow through. With one final burst of energy, CUTIS dashed toward it.
He jumped inside the boundary wall and tucked Miko into a safe crevice, shielding him with his body.
The car screeched to a halt just meters away. The engine growled like an animal. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it went quiet. The car shuddered, let out a long hiss of steam, and then… died.
For a moment, silence returned to the forest. CUTIS slowly raised his head, his ears still ringing.
Miko peeked out from under CUTIS’ arm, whimpering softly but safe.
“What… just happened?” CUTIS muttered, bewildered. The car had stopped, but it felt like something evil had just passed through.
Soon, several villagers arrived at the scene, many of them holding sticks, ropes, and tools. They cautiously approached the now-still vehicle. One brave soul, a mechanic named Dara, went to open the driver’s door.
It was empty.
No one was inside. No keys in the ignition. No footprints leading to or from it.
The crowd murmured in shock and confusion.
“Was it stolen?” someone asked.
“Maybe it was hacked remotely?” another guessed.
But the strangest part came when Dara inspected the engine. The wiring had been completely fried, almost melted. It was impossible for the car to have started, much less driven itself.
CUTIS stood up shakily, holding Miko close. “Whatever it was… it came for us,” he said quietly, as if speaking it aloud made it more real.
That night, the villagers gathered to discuss what had happened. Some believed it was a mechanical malfunction. Others weren’t so sure. There were rumors about the car’s past—a vehicle involved in a terrible crash years ago, whose driver was never found. Some whispered that the car had been cursed.
CUTIS didn’t care about the theories. All he knew was that something very wrong had happened. But he also knew one thing for certain—Miko was alive because he had acted fast.
The next morning, CUTIS reinforced his home with stronger gates and motion sensors. He also set up cameras around the nearby roads, just in case anything strange happened again.
As for Miko, he stayed extra close after that, never venturing far from CUTIS’ side. The experience had shaken them both, but it had also deepened their bond.
The mysterious, terrifying chase became a story told and retold in the village—some called it a supernatural event, others dismissed it as coincidence. But for those who were there, especially CUTIS, it was a moment of pure horror, unforgettable and real.
And even months later, every time CUTIS heard a car engine rev loudly, his heart would skip a beat, and he’d instinctively place a protective hand over Miko, just in case.
Because you never forget the day an out-of-control car comes after you… like it’s hunting.
