My car is possessed by demons. This is bad news as I am not in particularly good standing with the Vatican these days.

This morning, I drove into the parking deck and found a space. I hadn’t switched the car off yet; I was sitting there gathering up my belongings and getting my backpack sorted, when suddenly, with nothing anywhere near any buttons, all four windows simultaneously opened about three inches and stopped. I put them all back up again but I don’t have a ‘central’ button - meaning, I had to hit four buttons to raise the windows, so I don’t see a rational explanation for them lowering the same exact distance all at once, unless the car is possessed. I guess this is her way of letting me know her name is Christine...