Unseen Dangers in the Backseat

Listen. There's a reason you check your backseat before driving home at night.

A woman in Portland did exactly that, saw nothing, and drove off. Halfway home,

she heard breathing. Not hers. The thing is, whatever was back there had been lying

flat under the seats the whole time, waiting for her to stop checking. She only survived

because she crashed into a gas station at full speed. The attendant found muddy handprints

on her headrest. Here's what keeps me up: how many times have you checked your backseat,

seen nothing, and driven away feeling safe? What if checking isn't enough anymore?