My car is haunted

No, really.

Actually, come to think of it, this is the second possessed car that I have owned. The first, an Oldsmobile station wagon, had the unnerving habit of displaying anything from 36:74 to 14:29 on the clock and then slowly counting backwards.

This kind of benign creepiness generally inhabits most of the objects that I own, but yesterday was just a little bit more scary.

See, I can't turn my car off.

I drove home, put the car in park, turned it off, removed the key, got out, and locked the door. As I was walking away, I hear my Boy:

"Why is the car still running?"

me: "That's impossible, it has to be the... [here I put my head down on the hood and listen]... but I turned it off?"

"Well, it's still running."

Creeped out, we open the hood to find the radiator fan still merrily twirling.

I check the inside of the car. It's all off. Turn it on again, turn it off again, still running. I go inside and call my dad who indicates that yes, it is really strange that I car would keep running after it's been turned off, and he has no idea what has caused this strange malfunction.

I told him that if the headlights start flashing in Morse code it's going into the lake.

My father, the pragmatist, suggested that even a possessed car with only 80,000 miles on it has a long way to go before it can be junked.

So now it needs a name.
Any suggestions?