The Taxi Driver

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"What?! You should've told me earlier so I didn't wait here for a fucking hour looking like an idiot!" I yelled at my boyfriend on the line. I'm really mad at him. I've waited for him for an hour and he'll call me, telling me that he can't fetch me? Who wouldn't be infuriated about that?!

"I'm really sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you next time." he apologized. I took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Fine. Don't do this again, okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you too." with that, I hung up. I clutched my jacket tighter just as the cold, wind blew.

I guess I'll just take the taxi. I huffed before entering the vehicle. I put on my earphones and looked out the window the whole time. The taxi driver is an old man who looks like a pedophile. He keeps on taking glances on me through the mirror and it creeps me out. He also never uttered a single word throughout the ride.

It didn't help when he took a wrong turn. I panicked a little and took my phone out, just in case he will kidnap me or something. He continued driving the wrong way, I was about to call my boyfriend when the taxi pulled over. I looked out the window and saw our house. I mentally scolded myself for being such a paranoid bitch.

I paid the driver and got off the taxi. Before I could enter our house, he called my name and I turned around.

"Taylor, make sure to burn your clothes as soon as you get inside your house. When I looked at you through the mirror, you're missing your head and that's an omen that you will die soon. I took the other route to your house so you'll avoid the accident. Be careful." he said before closing the door and sped off.

I obeyed what he said and never ever rode taxis again. But... something's bothering me.

I didn't remember telling him my name.

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