I have reason to believe my car is haunted.

I'm not sure by who or what, but a couple nights ago, I was on the road, all alone in the car, when I felt something start to press down on the part of my car seat next to my right butt cheek.
Can you say "instant panic"?
My heart froze, my body tensed and my hands became iron vices, gripping the steering wheel, trying not to crash the car.
I stopped at the next traffic light, chucked the gear in park, pressed on the light, and whipped around to see...absolutely nothing, of course.
I guess seeing "nothing" is better than seeing a madman with a rusty cutlass, but I still wasn't completely calm.
It happened a couple more times after that, but I made myself ignore it, and it just went away.
It was as if the ghost was tryin' to cop a feel.

C.O.T.

I dunno 'bout other soap operas, but why is it that everytime a couple on Days Of Our Lives sleeps together, afterwards the guy looks happy and relaxed, and the chick looks pensive and mildly upset?