I would haunt anyone that touched my car too.
Actor James Dean loved his 1955 Porsche Spyder. He had it extensively
customized and affectionately called it his "Little Bastard." Apparently, the
car was so transparently evil that Sir Alec Guinness, when meeting Dean for
lunch, claimed ""If you get in that car, you will be found dead in it by this
time next week." And Dean was. But the curse didn't stop there; when
mechanics tried to repair the wrecked car, it fell on one of them, crushing
both his legs. The car's new owner sold the engine and drivetrain to two
racers; one lost control, hit a tree and died instantly, the other was injured
when his car locked up and rolled over. Two thieves who tried to take pieces
of the car were both injured. The car was then donated to a safety exhibit of
the California Highway Patrol; the first exhibit caught fire, and the car fell on
a student at the second, breaking his hip. It even managed to crush and kill
a truck driver who was transporting it. The car has since disappeared, which
is probably for the best.