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Taxi Fare

The Taxi Fare is a ghost story written by a ScaryForKids user called galfred. It’s about a taxi driver who picks up an unusual fare on a haunted road, one dark and foggy night.

Taxi Fare

It was after midnight and a lone taxi was driving down the dark country roads. The driver was returning to the city after dropping off a fare. In the absence of street lights, the road looked eerily empty and the pine trees that lined both sides of the road seemed tall and menacing in the moonlight.

This road had a spooky history all of its own. For years, there had been a string of terrible accidents that had occured there. Cars had mysteriously run off the road and either crashed into the trees or slid over the side of the steep cliff.

The locals called it The Road of Death because it had taken so many lives. They said the ghosts of those poor souls haunted the road and many people reported seeing shadowy figures lurking among the trees. Few people dared to drive down the road after dark.

The taxi driver didn’t care. He just kept driving, slowing down now and then to negotiate the dangerous turns. A thick layer of fog was descending from the sloping hills and it covered the road like a grey blanket.

He looked up at the night sky. It looked like a terrible storm was brewing. The road was even more dangerous when it rained. The tyres of a car found it hard to grip the road when it was wet and slippery. Many fatal accidents had happened on a rainy day.

As the car passed under a dark canopy of the trees, the taxi driver saw the dark silhouette of a man standing by the side of the road up ahead.
“What the hell is he doing out here all alone in the middle of nowhere,” mumbled the driver to himself. “Especially on a night like this.”

The man’s face hidden in shadow. He stuck out his hand and waved, flagging down the taxi. The taxi driver slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road, coming to a stop right in front of him.

The strange man opened the door and climbed into the back seat without even saying a word.

“Where to, Mister?” asked the taxi driver.

“Straight ahead,” said the man in a hoarse whisper.

The taxi driver nodded and drove off, heading towards the city. The car was moving steadily through the fog, but there was something strange hanging in the air. Whether it was the dark road, the fog, or this mysterious man, the driver couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“The fog’s getting thicker,” said the taxi driver.

The man just grunted.

“Yes,” said the taxi driver. “It’s a terrible night. May I ask, what were you doing out there all by yourself on a night like this?”

The mysterious man didn’t answer. He just sat there in the backseat, his face hidden in the darkness. The taxi driver focused on driving. The fog was now covering the road, making it hard for him to see where he was going. They slowed to a snail’s pace and the atmosphere in the car was eerie and uncomfortable.

The taxi driver decided to end the silence.

“You know, many poor souls have lost their lives on this road,” he said.

“I know,” replied the mysterious man. His voice had an odd tone.

“There have been many deadly accidents over the years,” continued the taxi driver in a low voice. “They say the road is haunted.”

The man didn’t say anything to that.

”I know who you are…” said the taxi driver in an even lower voice.

The man shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Who am I?” he asked.

“A few hours ago, a bank was robbed in the city,” said the taxi driver. “The thief murdered a security guard and escaped with a large sum of money.”

“Is that so?” asked the man.

“The thief buried the money under a tall pine tree, deep in the forest. he buried it there because he knew about the ghosts that haunt this road. He knew his ill-gotten gains would be safe there. He knew nobody would dare to venture into the forest.”

The man in the back seat slowly leaned forward. He pressed his gun against the back of the taxi driver’s head.

“Have you been following me?” he growled.

The taxi driver chuckled. His laughter grew louder and louder until he was cackling like a maniac.

“WHO ARE YOU????” cried the mysterious man.

The taxi driver slowly turned to face his passenger.

The man gasped and stared in horror.

The taxi driver had no face. Instead, there was a gaping hole in his head where his face should have been. The man could see the inside of the taxi driver’s skull and the rotting skin hanging from his head.

He began screaming and couldn’t stop. He jumped out of the car and ran off into the thick fog, as fast as his feet could could carry him. He could still hear the maniacal laughter of the ghostly taxi driver close behind him. The sound of the unearthly laughter echoed across the valley, making its way through the thick fog and floating up the dark hills.

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