My self-driving car keeps taking me to the same spot each night.

It happened the first night I brought the car from the police auction. The perks of your father being the auctioneer. You get first dibs. This one was fully loaded with all the extras it could possibly have. That first night, I cruised around town feeling like a movie star.
The car’s tyres squealed on the tarmac of Old Street. The cars thrummed around me, some honked at my apparent lack of signaling, but I blew them off with a two finger salute. Jessie instantly began snapping pictures for her instagram account.
“Come on!†I said, slightly annoyed that she was now perched over the hood snapping away. “Oh, shut up James. I’m going to make you famous.â€
She jumped into the passenger seat, the phone snapping away again as I pulled out into traffic. After a few moments of silences, Jessie looked at me for the first time.
“Wow, James. This car is lit.â€
“I know right!†I grinned. “My dad tipped me that it had come in and it was going for a steal. I don’t care why, it’s amazing. I couldn’t resist it. It’s got all the bells and whistles. And it can drive itself.â€
“No way! We’ve got to try that. Hang on.†She said distractingly as she tapped away at her phone. “Already 300 likes for your new car James.†She said in a singsong voice.
So, I pressed the auto control function, cranked up the stereo, and let the on board AI take the wheel. It was unnerving at first. Knowing that it was out of my hands even though the steering wheel turned in front of me. We both cheered when it took the first left and headed up a busy street. For ****s and giggles I decided to let the car take us for a ride.
“I know it’s bad,†Jessie said, popping open a bottle of champagne that she had secluded in her bag. “But it’s London baby.†She poured out a glass and offered it to me.
“No, I shouldn’t,†I fainted being mortified. “Technically you’re not driving.†Jesse wiggled the glass.
“You’re terrible.†I laughed. “Oh, go on then.â€
We got so engrossed with chatting that I was only vaguely aware of where the car was taking us. Imagine our delight and surprise when we pulled outside the London eye.
Jessie’s ever present phone started to snap and post again.
“That is such a cool feature,†she remarked. “It's amazing that the designer including such an iconic place.â€
We sat there for a while, the radio fuzzed a few times as an old 50’s tune scratched from the speakers.
“Oh my god! You’d think you’d have a better radio though.†Jessie raised her eyebrows aghast and continued to tap away at her Instagram feed.
I turned up the volume, something was off about the broadcast. Like two stations were fighting for the airwaves. Through the static and the waltz-y music I could hear a female voice. You know when a sound is on the edge of your hearing? This was like that. At first I thought it was a presenter, but then it dawned on that it’s wasn’t.
Pl...pleas...please...bur...ied...murd...elp...pl.
Jessie reached to press the station select button on the touchscreen console and I slapped her hand away.
“What the actual ****! Turn it over! We’re not in the theatre now, Tchaikovsky . Put on Kanye or something, jeez.†I jumped as she learnt over and pressed the station select.
“Jess! Didn’t you hear that!â€
“What?†She said dumbly.
“The voice, you heard the voice right?â€
“Ok, now you're scaring me. Your stupid car is malfunctioning or something.â€
“But didn’t…â€
“...No,†she said, cutting me off. “Just stop trying to freak me out and take me home. Oh my god! You’re so precious.â€
She rolled her eyes with annoyance. Jess didn’t take her gaze from the window until I was outside her house. She left the car in a flurry of bag and hair and didn’t look back.
A few nights later after leaving a restaurant I enabled the self drive feature again, only this time I programmed my address in the Navi. After a few streets I let my tired eyes close and drifted off to sleep. I must have gotten used to being chauffeur driven by my car at this point. I woke up in the dead of night to a smooth symphonic melody playing out the speakers. I wasn’t at my home, or anywhere I knew. The car still idle in front of the London eye again. It took me a moment to realise where I was but once I did I was instantly awake.
The stereo began to shift then, the scratchy voice coming through like before.
Pl...pleas...please...randa…Watts…hel...bur... ied...urder...pl.lease.
The car flickered. Lights, engine, everything, shuddered. I lost it. I knew this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t a malfunction of the car. This was something entirely different. I jumped out the car to the empty street and began to hyperventilate. I knew something was wrong here. So, I started to google the name Watts to see if any articles came up. Nothing didn’t with my initial search, so I added missing persons to the criteria.
A name came up.
Maranda Watt, 23, from Lewisham. She went missing in 1953 after leaving the Savoy hotel. The article said that she was last seen leaving the Adelphi theatre after here performance. No one had seen her since.
I read and reread the article. The voice had definitely said Watt. I knew I had to call the police. They didn’t take me seriously at first, why would they? Some random guy tells them that a missing person from fifty years ago is buried under one of London’s most iconic tourist attractions. After an hour on the phone I left to go home, defeated.
Surprisingly, I did get a call the next day. They found a body and identified it as the missing girl, Miranda. I suppose I should thank the self-drive function for finding the girl, because when I enabled it again the next night, it took me to a different London location.


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