I received news that my grandfather was in a critical condition so I needed to get back home quickly.


    I prepared myself for a long night and sped off alone in my car, when suddenly I felt a large impact. Instantly a chill ran down my spine. There was nothing in my field of vision but I stopped the car and quickly ran outside to see what I’d hit.


    But there was nothing to be found, on the road or anywhere else. There wasn’t even any evidence of an accident. I looked around the surrounding area and called out but the only response was that of the bugs and the dead of night.


    If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.Tilting my head I got back into the driver’s seat and when I turned the car light on I finally noticed it.


    There was a handprint on the bonnet, like it had been slapped on there with mud. It looked exactly like that of a human pressing down from above. I could see each and every one of the five fingers clearly.


    Even so… I was full of questions.


    Although I have a rather small car, just what kind of being could the owner of a handprint that covered the entire space of my bonnet been?