(FIXED Handling) 1998 Mercedes-Benz CLK GTR Straßenversion for Mobile for Mobile

What if I told you there’s a ghost in the car?
Yes — a spirit entity.

It wasn’t built — it was summoned.

Some say it haunts like Slender Man — an unknown in the fog, fast yet silent, lurking at the edge of your vision. Watching. Waiting.

Others whisper of the Pontianak — said it has the same attribute as vengeful female spirit born from tragedy, tend to appear near banana trees in the rural dead zones of Southeast Asia. Lured by the scent of blood and grief, she doesn't simply appear — she descends.

Its silver body reflects Bloody Mary — yet not as a mirror... as a doorway.
It doesn’t idle. It stalks.
Moments later, It doesn’t wait.
It haunts.

“And then there was the CLR — the cursed cousin. It pounced into the ring — Le Mans — where it should have roared with pride.
But pride made it lighter.
Too light.
At speeds beyond mortal control, the wind caught beneath it, lifting it like a silver specter.
It flipped skyward — not to escape, but to haunt. A predator mistaking the sky for its next prey.

When it came crashing down, it didn’t just break apart — it carved fear into motorsport history.
The beast that shares this blood, this lineage... is no different. The CLK GTR Straßenversion may wear a calmer face, but it is a relative by design. A bloodline of steel, chrome, and curses. They are family — and the curse runs deep.”

This isn’t just a vehicle — it’s an omen.
Once spotted, it’s already too late.
No time to say goodbye.
Only blood left behind.

Born in 1998?
That’s what they say.
But this machine wasn’t engineered.
It was born from chaos.
Maybe even before time knew roads.


''They say a few are still alive — waiting to recreate the massacre.''


"They say there are 28... but no one knows for sure. Some were prototypes. Some vanished."

—Some hide in private vaults…
—Some lie in silence, sealed in glass, displayed like trophies in sterile museums — crucified by 'HUNTER' to prevent another massacre.
— Others wait... parked at auction stages, seemingly innocent. But don’t be fooled. The moment a buyer signs their name, the curse is passed on.
The steering wheel turns on its own.
The mirrors tilt.
The garage goes cold.

And soon after...
another soul is claimed.


TO BE CONTINUED.....