It was late.
Past midnight.
The streets weren’t empty…
But they were quieter than usual.
He had just finished a long day.
Tired.
Drained.
All he wanted…
Was to get home.
No apps.
No waiting.
So he did what most people do in that situation.
He stopped a taxi.
The car slowed down.
Stopped in front of him.
He opened the door.
Sat in the back.
“Where to?” the driver asked.
He told him the address.
The driver nodded.
Started driving.
Everything felt normal.
The road.
The silence.
The movement.
Just another ride.
He leaned back slightly.
Checked his phone.
Messages.
Nothing important.
Then he looked up.
The driver…
Wasn’t talking.
Not unusual.
Some drivers are quiet.
But something felt off.
The way he drove.
Too slow sometimes.
Too fast suddenly.
Like he wasn’t focused.
He looked at the mirror.
Trying to see the driver’s face.
But the angle was wrong.
All he could see…
Was his eyes.
Watching.
Not the road.
Him.
His chest tightened.
He looked away quickly.
“Relax,” he whispered to himself.
“Just a normal ride.”
But his body didn’t agree.
Minutes passed.
Then he noticed something.
The route.
It didn’t look familiar.
He frowned.
“Isn’t this the wrong way?” he asked.
No answer.
The driver kept going.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Excuse me?” he said louder.
Still nothing.
Now his heart started racing.
“This isn’t the way,” he said clearly.
The driver finally spoke.
Calm.
“I know.”
Silence.
“What do you mean you know?” he asked.
No answer.
The car kept moving.
The streets now…
Were empty.
Completely empty.
No people.
No cars.
Nothing.
His hands started shaking.
“Stop the car,” he said.
The driver didn’t respond.
Instead…
He locked the doors.
Click.
The sound echoed inside the car.
His chest tightened instantly.
“Open the door,” he said, louder now.
The driver slowly looked at him through the mirror.
This time…
Clearly.
And smiled.
Not a normal smile.
Something… wrong.
“You’re not going home,” he said quietly.
His heart slammed in his chest.
“Stop the car NOW!” he shouted.
But the driver didn’t stop.
The car sped up.
The road ahead darker than before.
His mind racing now.
No signal.
No people.
No way out.
Then suddenly…
His phone buzzed.
He looked down.
A message.
From an unknown number.
His hands shaking as he opened it.
“You got into the wrong car.”
His heart dropped.
He looked up instantly.
The driver…
Was still smiling.
Driving faster.
Into a place that didn’t look like anywhere he knew.
And that’s when he realized something terrifying:
This wasn’t a wrong turn.
This was planned.
